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även om det är den häftiga vägen

even the least thing let it stand for your happiness


det krävs inte mycket

hur mycket man än behagar, längtar eller anstränger sig till det yttersta kan inte samma minne, samma leende, samma minut med sextio sekunder någonsin, absolut aldrig, återkomma. vad högt vi än önskar sker aldrig ett åter upplivande, om det så vore det vackraste vi någonsin bekantat ögat med, ljuvligaste vi välkomnat örat eller det skönaste huden inte kunnat motstå. ett tillfälle kommer aldrig åter.

I'm too restless to stay in bed but too tired to get up
so what do you do
my cough is taking my breath and my nose is getting thicker and turning red.
so i refill myself with medecine, lay back pray a little prayer and wish for sleep to hit me at least before three.
i see a tree, another tree and then a red car, my grandmother with a big hat is standing, leaning against it. I see desert, and a tree, another tree. her red lipstick stays on my cheek as she gives me a kiss.
i drive my grandfathers car i wish he could see me. i am slow and gentle but know how to get it going.
the car spins and i lay on the ground. the wind takes my hair and i feel the cool breeze. it takes me to a waterfall and i swim way too long. my hair falls of, my fingers get wrinkled and i go looking for a towel in the car. i ask my grandfather but he tells me to look for myself. i find no towel and i get cold.
i get so cold that i dont see if i will make it. grandfather tells me it's better like this. he holds his hands around my face so i cannot breathe. i wake up and i am coughing. i sit up but still see no reaction from my body.
i get up and walk to the bathroom.