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Another morning. If only I never woke up. The cameras smile and I am ready. They watch me with respect. They want me. But what if they see how broken I am? The light fades. And my mask falls. I did a good job. Holding out. But I kind of wish they would know. That … Continue reading Another Morning
A Tale of Agony "Once lovers, forged by space and time, a unity of eternity meant to last forever. However, the perfect creation cannot subject itself to its flaws, therefore honesty walks alone. Shadows of the past are lurking around every corner; the deceit yet unspoken prowl between the lines. Our hopes and dreams generates the … Continue reading A Tale of Agony
I put myself in solitude to tame the demons and angels conflicting within of me, though I am afraid it was all for nothing. They put me in a prison of books; telling tales of the Church and religion, mocking poetry and people conflicted with their sexual identity. Is this really helping Seypher's release? I try … Continue reading Isolation
For this corrupt world seeks Salvation. This Salvation comes through good morals and deeds - something which was possible a long time ago. Crime and corruption is synonymous with anonymity and like that it shall remain as long as a person can perish beyond our world unforgotten - and unnamed. How can we then bring … Continue reading Principle of Salvation
You came to visit me again last night. Am I not tormented enough? To give yourself to me once more knowing I can't touch you. If only you were real. How I wish to find love again... Last night I wanted to end it again. - An old memory
How do I begin? How can one extract my experiences, format them into words, and make you know how I feel? Take a being like me: Handsome, charming, caring, warm and wealthy. Most have described me as perfect. Yet, I am far form it. Back then I could walk with confidence and chose my partner without any difficulty or concern for … Continue reading Hypocrisy
I dreamt that you were in my arms once more. Even if it was only for a moment, everything returned. You were standing in the hallway again.There was a look of bewilderment on your face. You reached for the door but I grabbed your hand and spun you around, only to be greeted by your eyes avoiding … Continue reading Wishful dreaming
F. H. Hakansson 