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While I scratch the surface I had already blown through.
I give myself the definitive bye, and forget that I´ll soon be back.
To look at oneself with the eyes of another, first there can you know what is you.
Usually glad to be home. Ready to hold firm when home goes along another track.

What do you want me to do? The questions are all over my face.
I need time to slow down, or time will speed up to a halt.
Everything needs to be in it´s right place.
Experience say, experience will sort itself out. Perfect can´t be without fault.

Sound is a metaphore for what I once heard. The eye make sense of what I think is here.
I could use any word, or none. Gestures to show what I really say.
We get shot in whatever direction we take. Each footstep covers the next.
It sure is sad when my leg won´t take its next step.

There is darkness darker than you´ve ever seen. It fuels what takes us away.
It nutures me as I´m a baby. It nutures me as I´m a man.
With my next breath I will scream lightbeams around who I am.
I can do anything again.

Jag hamnade i ett rätt intensivt skrivande inatt och detta är vad jag skrev.
Jag skriver normalt aldrig, men fick som sagt feeling och ville verkligen kludda ner vad jag hade i huvudet.

Vad fan håller jag på med?!
Jag känner att jag behöver ursäkta mitt “arbete”. Gud så löjligt!

Make of it what you want!