Jag ville skriva en liten visa, där ögonblick blir till evighet. Men ord blir stumma och toner döva, och visans tanke blir hemlighet.
(Last update was too long ago.. Sorry about that.)
There are moments in your life when you despair. Sometimes She despairs. Sometimes She trys to live even though She despairs.
There are moments in your life when you despair. Sometimes She despairs. Sometimes She trys to live even though She despairs.
She remembers the summer times.
Wonderful wanderings. Sunshine strolls close to the sea. Somewhere were She used to be. Warm adventures in a city on the other side of the world. Walking among people in a different country, with a different culture and language. To not be understood even though you're trying. To meet with the people anyway.
The culture-differences that makes you think one more step. I think She's going away again, hopefully!