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Posts Tagged ‘parents

Today I stare back at you, darkness

February 5, 2017

Just never surrender, that’s it. In November, my closest friend was diagnosed with final stage cancer and she passed away at Christmas Night. Life hasn’t been very lively after that. I’m plagued by serious depression and the suicidal thoughts have returned. I dream about her last days a lot. So it has come to a […]

Storytime: Mum

August 5, 2013

I have often started my bloggings with a song. But I have nothing in mind that would describe the deceit. I was long awake last night, couldn’t sleep, was restless and felt bad and now I feel like I just have to get this out. Even when my memories might be sometimes faint, like shadows. […]

Storytime: Oni

June 11, 2013

Story time! Was that desk standing in living room? No. In my brother’s room? No. I can’t recall. It must have been in the small hallway on the top of the staircase. My new room didn’t exist yet. There was just a cold attic where I used to play with my sister. I slept downstairs […]

The man called Jeebus who walked in a swimming pool with 1cm water depth

June 1, 2013

Decided to post a little piece of shit. Some pics, music, stuff. My head is overloaded and I feel pretty bad right now. Been restless for weeks, can’t really sleep or rest, heavy allergy and caffeine withdrawal. Today we had the school ending ceremony. Boring as hell, as usual, but afterwards long talks with class […]

Vibrating waves of pale darkness

February 16, 2013

Ikatan Nuain, Ikatan Nuain, your voice is the harp of the sea. In the floods of darkness there is light where you go. Ikatan Nuain, Ikatan Nuain, your name is seagras’ whispering. Shining corals glory your name there where you go. Ikatan Nuain, Ikatan Nuain, your skin is pearls’ freshness. On the riffs shells open […]

Mandala

June 22, 2012

Have nothing to say, but someone came here with the search term “cutted wrists”. Even when that is written wrong as the verb “cut” has no other forms I’ve decided to give that person what he/she wants. Here you are, new pics from beginning of this week: I’m not doing this because I especially enjoy […]

Where do you go, restless soul?

February 18, 2012

Listen to the city at night. Sounds like home, doesn’t it? Sounds like millions of innocent victims screaming. 201106* At times easy to see – The demon. The real me. 200307* Snowflakes And fresh blood – A perfect night. 29.11.05 — Some old poems from a series called AnOther Poems. I have written them “as […]