“Something has moved and bumped the cradle of everything. The world is out of sync. Birds fly backwards and the fish swim through the air. Hours pass like seconds and seconds pass like hours. The light fades before the sun leaves. The stars shine before the night falls. I am here early. You are here late.”
här kommer jag och är fel. tiden går fortare & fortare. allting är lodrätt & svindlar. det handlar om livslust & stålhud. konkurrens & bakgrund. bekräftelse. om känslohamn på vardagshav. något om en skrajtunn längtan när det fortfarande kan vara alltför långt till ett HEJ!
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“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. You learn that love doesn’t always mean learning and company doesn’t always mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t always considered contracts and presents aren’t always considered promises. After a while you learn that every sunshine burns if you get too close. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. You eventually learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong, and you really do have a purpose in life.”
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