Lost Posted on January 26, 2012 by fhhakansson in Poetry Lost We love the night Oh, the dancing fool bordering oblivion, pushing her up on her toes, balancing on the silver line between truth and fiction. Tonight is dark. Do these beings crawl here before we die? – F H Hakansson Related Published by fhhakansson Follow the up-and-coming science fiction author from Sweden as he shares his creative visions, his every day life, and journey to authorship. View all posts by fhhakansson
6 thoughts on “Lost”
Lol we both posted about people dancing (just had to mention). I wonder why the line between truth and fiction is silver …
Haha, who knows, maybe I was inspired by you? Even I don’t know how my own mind works.
Because it’s a nicer form of grey? Something like that, I guess 🙂
It’s so beautiful. And romantic. Yet scary
Thank you! ;D
Dancing is a soul-step. Intriguing post.
Thank you! 🙂