torsdag 14 november 2013


I remeber days when things didn't matter.
Or when time didn't have such a hurry.
A moment ago,
Everything was a bit easier.
It was okay,
Okay to not be perfect.

The world is a hollow places.
Hard to get a grip of whats real and not.
Dark days without any light,
Or sleepless nights from the city lights.
Irony.

We let out a sigh,
Just laying or head against eachother.
Trying to just,
Be ourselves,
In a harsh world.



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