| Written on Valentines Day for my one and only girlfriend (dA: ValoLover). I love you |
| Written on Valentines Day for my one and only girlfriend (dA: ValoLover). I love you |


ChooseI just found myself between two fully accessable shelves. They are exactly 1,80 meters apart from each other, which means I can only reach one of them if I stand just in the middle of them. With a very bitter 1cm hole to the other shelf. Now on my right hand there's something that I love. I know I do, I know I will for a long time, and that love is the one of my life. Let's say it's a medicine I rely on, and I will still rely on it for a long time. And on my left, there's this thing I have yet to expirience, which it awfully tempting, and that I have a cupon on, which makes it free to take. Let us pretend it's a can ofChoose


Beauty for the shallowI stare at the painting at the green wall.Beauty for the shallow
I stare at the painting, and I recognize every single stroke of it. The green and black lashes of brush and paint illustrating mourning, fear and disgust.For even a trained eye, the picture looks beautiful and talented. But when I separate the fragments of the image, they all send shivers down your spine in just the same way when you touch your very passion. Except this shivering and coldness is not of affection or joyful submission, but the fear of the very unknown.
It's a picture of a person in black, standing far left in the picture. The appearance of the person, I am not able to see


StarlightLast night I dreamed of you.Starlight
You were running through a forest full of flowers and fireflies, under the glowing midnight moon and dispersed stars all over the dark blue sky. It was clear, and it was a slight cold in the fresh summer air.
You laughed and smiled like a five-year old child not knowing there's war and hunger in foreign countries. The starlight reflected in your eyes made them look magical, and it made you look immortal, like an elf.
The green summer grass tickled your bare feet, and added the wood to the spark of your happiness.
You stopped by an old oak to catch your fabulous breath, and when you had


FlightA dusty, outworn couch by the west wall of the room and a table in the middle of it, completes the feeling of emptiness started by the bare walls. A nearly emptied bottle of sixty percent-spirit and an ashtray with more or less twenty cigarette filters in a heap of ashes in it creates the atmosphere only a bum or a drug addict would feel home in.Flight
The naked light bulb in a wire from the ceiling burned dead days ago, which means the only light entering the apartment is a fiddling stream of sunlight from the rising morning sun.
Outside, children are heading to school, laughing and playing. Not aware that the apartment w
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