du har ingen aning om hur mycket jag saknar dig.

Här skulle jag skrivit någonting intressant, men jag har inget intressant att skriva.
Hela mitt liv är vänt uppochner. Jag har ingen inspiration längre.
Jag lever inte upp till mitt rykte längre, tack gode gud.
Godnatt.

i do remember the sweetness of your face
i do remember the all love in your embrace

i can feel it in the air, as humble i am as your smile used to be
this could be the end of us? for who are we to pretend? we ran out so long ago
can it ever be rebuilt?
if there ever had been a pleasure in loving that tenderness beneath
is it gone for ever? what did we do now, where did we go wrong? where did we mistake ourselves
to belive
that all this is lost since long?

And now, you are happy enough to see that, without all of them, you can fly.
Blue, as the sky, and as you eyes, you can finally realize how free you are.
The flowers that used to upset you, have now died and you have nothing to be afraid of.
There will be stones on your back, wich you can give away for the ones who do not deserve you.
Let them play their games, leave them there to do their childish things. You do not know, right?