Somehow… “I have lost myself somehow somewhere one day maybe night I do not remember when and where I just feel it… emptiness not getting what is in and out. I have lost myself. It could not be long time … Continue reading
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I am truly, always surprised when people say they were bored waiting for something/someone… To be honest, when you wait for a ferry in Ystad, there is a lot to look on… Especially when the sun is setting. And that … Continue reading
A witch… “She is singing now, not the best voice it doesn’t even rhymes though deal with it… better if she’s singing, be scared when a witch is silent… and when she mumbles, just do not run… it is over … Continue reading
It is a bit fascinating how the other side of the coast is similar to ours… I mean part between Ystad and Kivik. It is just so similar. Even those trees speak so familiar. And those waves… And sand… And … Continue reading
And here and there… I could walk around here all the day… And another day, and another. Did not even touch the surrounding hills, beaches, coast… Notice all those bits… which make me smile. Or intrigue… Or just… notice them. … Continue reading
And when I am there… “I am never alone. I see this what is unseen for many and feel what is so untouchable and breath, finally normally and can spread my wings, and clean them up and of course my … Continue reading
Nope. Old me, old tracks… and them still watching me… Crows, normal, hares… yeah and bears, though they from spirit land. Everywhere. Even here, in not my land, though, the one calling me often… still, Kivik, Sweden. Between the one … Continue reading
What is holy? What is not? A man with hair never been cut, a fat pastor, priest, huge car etc… to be honest, what is holy… For me, weird things. Places where vibes are sympathetic. Or maybe a house… Or … Continue reading
And yes, the sea here… It was different. Much more full of those creatures which are a bit scary… Smelled like apples too. Early, amazing apples. And of course this is Sweden… The red is a must. Same as blue … Continue reading
And… “… winds are howling winds are dancing whispering and feasting everywhere bouncing… if they get her she would be theirs open and naked from here to there covered in whispers stories fairytales… those which are untold too long too … Continue reading