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I can’t sleep


I want nothing more than to drift off to a peaceful, dreamless sleep. That would be absolutely heaven! 

I can’t, though. My head is full of thoughts. Some quite troubling, others just buzzing. 

Oh, I just want peace! 


A wish


They say if you put it out there, it’ll happen. 

If the universe is wise enough to grant wishes, it certainly can do with the muddled ones too. 

I wish for friendship, men, women, children, and for happy lives. 

Go, universe, go! 


Anchor


Floating islands; they are kind of deceiving.

They might seem permanent, but when the anchors are weighed, they’re soon on their way to another place.


“Runaway emu”


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“Have you seen this emu?
A two meter tall, dinosaur-looking bird is residing in the woods around here. And it is sorely missed.”

This is the news of today, and I was just wondering if I was still where everybody expected me to be.

I would like to run away on several occasions, but strangely enough, not today.

I do, however, recognize the look. It’s the one I’m giving myself in the mirror every morning. Like I just don’t care, but care enough to be slightly cranky.

By the way, the newspaper informs that emus have a powerful kick…

 


Not a quiet weekend


Because nothing ever goes according to plan.

I’m going to bed with a headache.


“I Hope You Find It”


I really do hope you find it. And I hope everything is fine.

 

And I hope the Cher “Dressed To Kill”-tour will come to a city or country near me…

 



Impossible hurts less than improbable…


Riddle in the night


What gets bigger the more you take away?

Never taking too much.
A little at a time.

“It doesn’t hurt, it’s hardly anything!”

It hurts like hell, but

It’s not unexpected.
It’s easy enough to understand.
On the verge of inevitable.

And yet, it’s always the hope.
The optimism.
The feeling that they will put enough back.
Just anybody.

The hole


Dead and beautiful


Dominus et Domina Dursley, qui vivebant in aedibus Gestationis Ligustrorum numero quattuor signatis, non sine superbia dicebant se ratione ordinaria vivendi uti neque si paenitere illius rationis.

“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”

Dead.
Beautiful.

Latin.

I’m a sucker for Latin.
Especially in songs.

I’m not sure if it’s because I don’t understand it, yet get the feeling I’m getting the essence.
Like Vale Decem.
I didn’t know the meaning of the lyrics when I first heard it, but the meaning was beautifully transmitted anyway.

I remember listening to a CD with Celtic songs, and among all the celtic lyrics, I heard “Deus ibi est”.

And I listened closer.

I suddenly realized that even though I hardly know any Latin, I could sort of recognize each single word in a way I really can’t in say Russian or Irish.

It made me feel at home in a totally different way than any other language I don’t know.

And I don’t really know why.
Maybe just because Latin actually is very much present in almost every European language. Even the Germanic ones.
Maybe that’s one of the roots I actually have.

 


The well


Life was so simple
So easily organized
Everything knowing its place

And then

Something happened
Came creeping and crawling
Out of the unknown

Chaos

Still calm on the outside
Crying, screaming, kicking on the inside

The need to run
Far away
From herself

And no solution in sight

Where did it come from?
Why?
Will it ever disappear?

And still life goes on
Nothing ever happens
The surface still calm
Waiting for the churning to stop
The well is deep enough
The walls strong

Everything will calm down
She just has to wait this one out
As all the previous ones
Biding her time

Yes, everything will turn out fine
In the end


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