((..copied from my diary, written on the fight from Boston(US)-Bergen(Norway)..)) My heart breaks a little bit every time I leave Boston Logan. The flight takes off and all in a sudden I feel like throwing up. There's some sort of longing inside me which my body want to get rid of. Or a love my heart wants to get. I'm not quite sure if it's all the memories, the time which won't rewind, or the pull between my two different homes, which gives me this nowhere bound kinda feelin
This is the story about the soil and the grass, and about not knowing in who's heart you belong. #Breakup // Theme: Love _______________________________________________________________________ Suddenly the grass decided "soil, I don't want to touch anymore". Told him to look the other way. The soil adored it's beautiful grass so much. "You need me" he said. "No, I need myself, I can't be two" Poor soil, what could he do? "Well, if that's what you want" he unwillingly agreed.
"Do what you love"; A phrase in line with "follow your dream" and "don't stop believing". It's a cliché, a good but tricky one. Here's a comparison: You wake up at 7 am, walk over to the bathroom and look in the mirror. You see a person with messy hair, thin half opened eyes, and makeup free; Simply normal. Then you wash your face, do your hair, put on makeup and dark pretty clothes. Now the mirror still shows you, but you're behind a facade. It's not necessarily bad, but wor