On reading and writing.

I seldom read and I just as seldom write.... Such a statement would by many of my nearest and dearest be called a lie, however allow me to elaborate. First on the reading then, hmm. When I have my nose buried in a mass of pages and words people often accuse me of the sin of reading a book. That would be the greatest rape of a book ever, to merely read a book is to completely waste time and energy. In fact, I pity those who ever read "Lord of the Rings" or "Enders Game" or "The Belgariad". Such great adventures and experiences I have with those works. Why? Because I never ever read them. I just opened the book and it did the rest on its own. That's how I was able to cry and laugh and feel with the characters as they set out; I was never too busy reading. That's probably why I never did a good job studying, never liked to read really. And the story of the x and the y never really stood out from the paper, intriguing as it may seem to many. That's also why I never made a good writer either. I never write stuff, I just think it and it appears on the screen where it's supposed to be. The rant on reading goes for everything else as well; music, movies, games and such.

I iz home again. YAY. Now what the heck iz I to duuu. There is no snow here. *cries* Tough luck. And my PS3 needs power. *cries* And ev'rybody just logged away. *cries* But I has candies *smiles* and I gets new pants t'morrow *smiles* and x-mas foodstuffs *smiles*

Well the snow-thing was a lie, it's snow in Lillehammer, but there's no snow in Oslo, and that's where I'm going... Hmmm, nothing to say, nothing to write. Perhaps when I get back into an ordinary life?

Moment of starlight

Moment of starlight

7000 stars shone through my window one night,
I know, for they told me.
They shone so I would be able to see your beautifull face better,
lying there on the white pillow,
slightly to the left of mine.

Seeing you like that made me think;
of riding white horses over magnificent plains,
of lying in a field while watching the night sky,
of dancing slowly to the song of a lone nightingale.

A wind flew by and brought me the scent of you. 
Oh how I wondered, 
wondered how such a simple thing could make me feel so good,
make me feel so content,
make me feel so relaxed.

Then it hit me so hard that I had to catch a second breath;
I loved you,
from the forgotten depths of my heart,
and I memorized every detail of that moment,
to keep with me forever.

Your mouth was slightly open,
so I kissed you, and you woke up,
so we held around eachother in perfect silence,
'till the sun sent it's rays to greet you.

Inspired by you know perfectly well who you are...

I wonder

I have taken to wonder lately, what would happen if our lips were, by incident, to meet one of these days. Would old prophecies be fullfilled and stars realign in order to express universally that true love was found at long last. Or would the ground split open to reveal fire and despair in order to undo a thing that should not be. I have taken to wonder lately if your face is as beautifull as I remember it, with butterflies wanting to shine along; a face that would make even Narcissus look up from the pond, and a fragnance following you like a promise of spring, summer and eternal joy. Or do you look and smell like the things that live under the ground, never seeing light and never feeling water. I have taken to wonder if the majestetic creatures that inhabit the deep seas will take you away from me to keep for themselves to admire in eternity, or if the snakes and spiders of the dense forests will present you to me in order to rid them of your presence. I have taken to wonder about a lot of things lately......

Soon to return home to a hopefully snowy coutry. *glee* ^^ And christmas dinner....and presents.....and friends....... and and and.