There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch - i'ts bringing me out the dark..
From the day you got stolen, until the day I die, I will mourn you, my beloved bike.
I will always dream about your rusty handles and your oh so fine blue body. Not to mention your old stickers, the ones you could barely see what it stood for. I loved you more than the smell of summer rain on hot asfalt. I loved you more than Mc Donalds, which says a lot because it was the time when my diet consisted solely of it. I stand to say that I loved you more than my friends at the time, because you were my only real one. You kind of saved me and I'm not ashamed to say it, you were the greatest thing in my life.
The only other bike I could even concider replacing you with, that is of another model, is a Skeppshult V.
Anything less is out of the question, they're just not good enough..
Oh you great one, someday, someday soon, I Will have another one.
I mourn you and I wouldn't have it any other way. You give me hope for the future.
Until we meet, I'll be waiting.
S.
I will always dream about your rusty handles and your oh so fine blue body. Not to mention your old stickers, the ones you could barely see what it stood for. I loved you more than the smell of summer rain on hot asfalt. I loved you more than Mc Donalds, which says a lot because it was the time when my diet consisted solely of it. I stand to say that I loved you more than my friends at the time, because you were my only real one. You kind of saved me and I'm not ashamed to say it, you were the greatest thing in my life.
The only other bike I could even concider replacing you with, that is of another model, is a Skeppshult V.
Anything less is out of the question, they're just not good enough..
Oh you great one, someday, someday soon, I Will have another one.
I mourn you and I wouldn't have it any other way. You give me hope for the future.
Until we meet, I'll be waiting.
S.
It's little things like this that matter to me..
I can't stop once I've started.
I wish it regarded life and all of my obligations, but no.
I just can't stop reading. While I'm reading I get to be something outside of myself, I'm nothing like me.
I'm nothing and I get so absorbed in the story, I can't even begin to tell you how much I like that.
All I really want to do is dissappear into the imaginary worlds of the fantasy books I so adore.
After two books of 600 pages each, over a seven days period - I still want more.
Only the dream of my dreams can top that feeling, and I haven't got it yet.
So I'm not about to stop, maybe slow down a bit, but.
I don't think I'll ever be that read-hating book-lover again. Not ever.
I wish it regarded life and all of my obligations, but no.
I just can't stop reading. While I'm reading I get to be something outside of myself, I'm nothing like me.
I'm nothing and I get so absorbed in the story, I can't even begin to tell you how much I like that.
All I really want to do is dissappear into the imaginary worlds of the fantasy books I so adore.
After two books of 600 pages each, over a seven days period - I still want more.
Only the dream of my dreams can top that feeling, and I haven't got it yet.
So I'm not about to stop, maybe slow down a bit, but.
I don't think I'll ever be that read-hating book-lover again. Not ever.
Confession #5.
Smart (cute) guys - NERDS - preferably in V-necks, make me wanna sin.
Det kanske gör något för de som får mata dig med sugrör efteråt!
En äldre dam ~75 sätter sig längst fram i bussen.
Busschauffören: Knäpp nu bältet innan jag kör.
Damen: Är det verkligen nödvändigt?
Busschauffören: Är det nödvändigt att du åker ut genom fönsterrutan om vi krockar och du bryter nacken?
Damen: Det gör inte så mycket, jag är så gammal.
Busschauffören: Det kanske gör något för de som får mata dig med sugrör efteråt! Knäpp bältet!
Damen blir tyst och sätter på sig säkerhetsbältet.
Confession #4
No brains, no thoughts. Just swimming.
No heart, no pains. Just living.
Jellyfishes are magnificent creatures; they just go with the flow of the ocean.
I envy them.
But then again, I'll probably always feel this way.
Do I have nothing good left to say,
do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints?
People love to drink their troubles away,
sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way..
'Cause maybe then I could sleep at night,
I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light.
This is something that I'll never control,
my nerves will be the death of me, I know.
I want to live in darkness.
I can't seem to be as happy as most others.
I'm sorry a smile doesn't come naturally to me.
I don't mean to be this sad, not without an apparent cause.
But I'm sad to say that I'm defective, far beyond repair.
A mother is never happier than her most sad child.
And I'm sorry that you have to go through that because of me.
It's not your fault, you know, I truly hope you believe that.
