Fourteenth

Far away from Heaven, first verse -

No one should ever tell us where we belong
its all wasted now everything is gone
blurry eyes shapes the morning which is close
you and i goes to hell its, all gone my darling

Oh man, just read about the terror attacks in India, it hurts inside my heart and scars my soul being a part of this sickening world sometimes. Killing innocent people for whatever cause it may be, is never okay! Denmark is a country which are free of so much pain in many ways. No nature disasters, no terrorism (yet), no weather which can kill us, no tornadoes, no earthquakes - yes, we are indeed lucky and blessed in so many ways, but still, there are so many ways we are not blessed at all!

I´ve been thinking too much today i think. Thinking about someone i met years ago. A girl. I met her when i lived at BUC (A home or institution if you like, for children and teenagers which can´t live at their own home with Mom and Dad for various reasons).
She was in many ways a special girl. To be honest she destroyed everything on her way, including herself, and no one ever listened to her or wanted to spend time with her at all. I remember i moved to another room when she moved in, and she got my room - which she completely destroyed - and all the pieces she let fire to on the floor, like a bunfire or something!
As time went by we slowly became friends, and she trusted me and told me about herself and other things - she didn´t tell anyone else. I felt truly blessed by trust.
But she was a girl in total pain... I could see it on her even the first time i met her, though she were good at hiding it.
At one point she told me she wanted to kill herself, and for the first time ever, i had to break her trust and tell it, to the people working at BUC which should take care of us.
But once i told them, and begged them to take me seriously and of course HER, they just told me - they would discuss what i´ve just told them (that she wanted to commit suicide) on meeting the upcoming week.
3 days after, she empties all bottles of pills in a locked locker, which she smacks open with her bare hands...
I felt so terrible. I felt guilt. I felt so, desperate.
Thank God she survived - but it was a REAL close call, and as i remember she actually took some damage to the liver afterwards.
I´ve been haunted for many reasons in my dreams at night, through many years now.
It´s fine, no big deal. But the dreams that really haunts me, are those were i feel hopeless and helpless for whatever reason,
and sometimes - life - is much more scary than any nightmare, and will haunt you down untill the last smile on your face, cut´s through your skin. And skin can be cut through by the most rusty, and blunt knife - it doesn´t take much more than that...

Does dessert always taste sweet?
Does darkness always have to be black?

Life ain´t what you want it to be -
life is what you are...

If you had the chance to talk to the world for just one time,
and one time only - what would you say?
Would you say anything at all?

The more it hurts to say goodbye - the better it´ll be when you meet the next one.

"The price of love" -
No matter the cost. No matter if you´ll lose your job, your expensive furnitures, your dignity or a life in pain - no matter what the cost, it will always be too cheap.

Tragedy only becomes tragedy - if you let it.

Mirrors don´t lie, but they can´t tell the truth.

Art becomes art the second it speaks through people, by peoples own voices.

If life actually turned out to be just fine as it is - would it be worth living?
Isn´t pain what really makes us appreciate, the times which we share in laughter and smiles?
Or doesn´t we share anything at all anymore? Is everything for sale?

Are YOU for sale ?

Don´t sell your love, your care, your loveliness and your beauty!
Make your love a gift and give it to someone who needs it -
make it a gift with no refund.

The only thing money and Love have in common is simply, you will die without just one of them.
Without just one of them, you will die slowly and painfully.

But compared to money - you will never run out of love.

It may be hard to forgive your worst enemy -
but it may be harder to fight him

Imagine if all the love in the World grow on a tree -
would it flourish?

Or would it turn into a forest...

With Love