Listen to your heartbeat. The silent muscle slowly pulsing. Imagine the dead line and the high pitched screech when someone falls toward the skies. Think of the delightful scent of a peach tree in the wind on a day in July. Imagine the song, the melody that played through your life. Hear it absorb itself into nothingness. Go into the nothingness, feel your body and mind without restraint. Draw a deep breath, let a gust into your lungs and let them expand. Breathe out, and let your shoulders slowly collapse. Feel every vein in your arms, feel the blood pulsing through your entire body. See the electricity flowing in your brain, and let it enlighten you. Let the bright glow out and shine upon you. Clear your mind for questions and worries. Just plunge into the very depths of light.








I was reading a list of the 25 best quotes, and I must be honest that only the one Albert Einstein that ranked the top was worth its status, but then this one came across my eyes. I didn’t believe it, and had to try it. It doesn’t have a hidden message, and is quite obvious. Think when you point at someone. Why are you pointing?

It’s often an accusation. “Who did it?” and you point. It’s a good thing to have in mind.

first I lick my upper lip
in compliance with the pleasure trip
then the music begins to thrill
no longer does silence my heart kill

back and forth with the melody
the strict rhythmical odyssey
like an aesthetic enchant
alas, merely a sugary deviant

acid conflagating attention-deficit
only five milligrams per reincit
otherwise la fille francais decay
when le beau monde ensures a continental crossway

it is in a free fall toward the skies
a plethora slowly whispering goodbyes
assuring an ethereal panacea
and existence is a preconceived idea



Its been a while since we last had a chance to see eachother. A lot happened in my life, and I haven’t had the time to update my blog. You can read about me in a new/old blog In a free fall toward the skies. It’s not often I update it though. As for the genuine life you can expect more to come. A typical saying, but regular updating just isn’t what a high schooler can give.

It’s a relatively quiet weekend and even though we’re headed straightforward to winter, the flowers are flourishing.





I found a website which delivers “True Stories, told in one sentence“. I definitely suggest you go there, because there’s some extraordinarily good stories told perfectly.



