terça-feira, 1 de junho de 2010

Kent - Hjärta

rosebuds

Oh misterius trees where have i seen you lately? How can i turn you back into this path that you've been commiting to? How can i explain to you that this is your life as much as mine and we have to begin the hard work, not just this words throned in the winds, but red actions..

The storm is aproaching and it's going to hit us in the foreseable future and you just get standing there.. Am i too cautious? To deep in this commitmen, I really have to stop doing those.. Beautiful red rosebuds that are ready to blossom, even if you can't see it i can distinguish a warm light comming out of your petals trying to brust out, but it gets to frustratung trying to make you realise that for yourselfs.

I'm lost in your woods with nothing to scream, nothing to do, all i can do is to get lost between those leafs left by those past actons or try to get the work done alone. You'll be losing the most of it, but i've growned so used to that, that i don't even remember over the eons.