A Way of Life

Read. I have always been thinking. Always, since I was born. Love, hate, sorrow, religion, why is the world as it is? What is the reason of hate, what causes sorrow? Sorrow is a matter we need to accept, someone we are forced to understand and cope with. Everyone dies, Läs mer

The End

Another poem. Has nothing to do with my life at the moment right now, though. So god damn it, don’t get it wrong. Why are you so turned away from me? Why is the window opened tonight, and why are you not saying a word? Why aren’t the stars as Läs mer