With every new day comes a new beginning – they say.
But why do I wake up feeling both older and more confused then?
I think - every day brings me a new question. If a beginning is the answer on my question I’m not sure how I can stand - waking up every new morning - if I don´t have an answer on yesterdays question.
Time can heal all wounds - they say.
But then - time most sometimes considering a lifetime?
It’s Ok to bleed if I’m still able to fight for my life. I’m willing to learn, and for me that mean’s to let go of things I’ve not been able to leave. Learn is not the same as knowing – I think I know but end up not knowing, and that’s when I’ve learn.

Why is letting go so hard? It’s easier to go back and just breath, not leaving things behind in my heart – just breath in and out.

Dust on the window is not what I want, but then what do I want? You scare the shit out of me, are you here or are you asleep? Don’t come knocking on my gates of steel again. You left me all alone, and that made me want to lock my heart in stone.

I’m still shivering my bones of when I think of you. The blood are still circulating thru my soul, even today I think you could break in – break - in true the gates of steel, run on the red road and cut your sword thru my heart. You are a deadly vampire that sucks my blood out of my veins, and leaves my heart bleeding – without a consideration – you cut my heart in to two pieces. Imagine your own heart bearing the burden of this kind – meaning - receptiveness to pain, being cut in two pieces. Then you see the blood from it, dropping down in front of your own feet. It sucks. It’s painful, the word pain echo over and over again. It echoes not only in your head, you can feel it bounce from your brain down thru your broken veins and then out thru your fingernails. That is the name of pain when it’s rains inside you.


Why is letting go so hard? It’s easier to go back and just breath, not leaving things behind in my heart – just breath in and out.


A flower is so much more than you know it for. A book is not just a book. A star is so much less than we think it would be, but still as beautiful. What do you know? Are you now old enough to know that you don’t know? Or are you still stuck in the machine of not learning, just knowing?

I know I can be blind sometimes, but when I open my eyes I feel freer than ever. Most of the time is it my dreams that shows me the road out from the darkness - in to the light.


Why is letting go so hard? It’s easier to go back and just breath, not leaving things behind in my heart – just breath in and out.


Don’t fight me, steal me or leave me on my own. Don’t mess with the darkness inside, drop your sorrow and leave me with calmness of a peaceful Goodnight..

If a new day could be a new beginning, and time would manage to heal the pain - then I'm hoping that the dreams of a night could make all the pain go away, and that a beautiful new beginning will grab my soul when the next morning has broken in thru my door..

Live life is all I want to do - with or without you...