I would like to get one proper night's sleep. Without the nightmares, without the bodily discomfort. Just a nice sleep. A night filled with... nothing ( Read more... )

I aspire for Peace, for a different version of Reality; for a different energy upon this beautiful Planet; for a major shift in our minds, Hearts, Lives ( Read more... )

I'm tired, yet I write ( Read more... )

Her hands had grown weary and old. All those things she'd held tight, all the people she had touched, all that which she had failed to let go of and still grasped for, all of it had drawn lines, crafted valleys and birthed mounts onto her fine hands. The skin had grown thin, almost like silk stretched over experience and thousands of stories ( Read more... )

Well it's been odd. Really nice but odd. I don't understand him at all. I thought I did but his barrier is so high up and so thick that I'm not going to even attempt getting past it. He doesn't want to talk and well, what can I say to that? Not much. Nothing actually ( Read more... )

I miss myself. I do not recognise the stone set patterns that seem to impose themselves upon my daily experience of Life as me. I miss the boundless experience of me I have come to enjoy in the past almost 4 years. Now the self has turned into a thick mud cake that seems to solidify with each moment spent awake, sinking deeper and deeper into ( Read more... )

Tonight I drank Karhu III for the first time in my Life. I shared it with Terry as we hopped outside from the hot sauna at Taina's place, some 40 km South-East from Rovaniemi. And now my head aches and I'm oddly drunk. I must admit that drinking doesn't really enter my regular mode of existence anymore ( Read more... )

There's unenviable nostalgia in things not done. Or travels that fail to manifest as dreamt. But there must be some sort of lesson or some sort of greater something behind the tearful disappointment of abrupt ruptures in planning ( Read more... )

There are moments in my Life that fail to live up to my high standards of expectations, even though they are filled with greatness. I feel myself become bitter no matter the joy that is rightfully around me ( Read more... )

Rowing, some smooth music, good food and long days filled with quiet sunshine. What else could you possibly ever need ( Read more... )