It is here

If life cease and death takes hold, my final words to you are kept safe until you're ready to hear them.

This is my slogan, and I guess from today's events they are ready to be heard. I was drafted today. It wasn't all exiting, quite borring actually. However I was supprised to find their approval of me as health and i scored enough on the theory and hearing, so here I am fit for service>.<

Eye of newt

What are memories but a window to the past? Through them we see, grasp and form the events of our past. Some memories aren't even ours, yet we may relive them from a story told, or the written words of grandfathers'. We see into a forgotten past with eyes of new, or newt as olden would have said of our world. yet what we see may alter as our personal agenda may play tricks with our minds. A detail may become clearer and fog our memory of the other events, or falsely state what was. Memories, they build what we are, cause from memories we draw our learning. A session from decades before can be relived to remind us of our skills. Yet I fear, I rarely force the reunion, as I don't wish to cloud them with doubt or mischief. Memories fade away with time as the sand is swept away by the sea. As I recall much change over time, our skin wrinkles and stiffens, the once mighty stream shrink to a small and calm river, all is doomed to fade even the sun and light, but let it fade in it's full glory as dignified as honour itself.

- tired of the pressing question; why not take a look to remind us of the past?
Why can't we simply prepare for the future and treasure what we have?

Stabbed

We try to avoid the stab. No one can see it as you do. Heartbroken, is the term. This feeling we seek to never find, yet not one who have sought love can say they have escaped. It is a manifesto of the inevitable, unattainable hope to feel but not know. We want to have the memories, experience the good sides of life without the sorrow it brings. To feel but not know, just mean that we hate consequences. Always present, pressing on our every move. Look at life as a chess game, and the act we call interaction becomes clear. Friends, family, love all is just one more act with pleasant or unpleasant consequences. i often ask where is the limit of friendly interaction, and exceeding on beyond the line. What is excepted and what is not? where do we cross the line when interacting with friends; can we say everything is excepted as long as friendship is implied and nothing more? Add a complication, you have a dear one, you are in a relationship. Does that limit your allowed actions and activities with friends? We can only realise this with constant comunications. But what if your brain overrule your emotions or vice versa? Me, I am bepuzzled. Sometimes isolations seem blissful. Yet I would not live in isolation. I am a free spirit, as it is called, no walls can keep me content. Friends are a large part of me, my ideals and creative expression also rule a part. Even the free spirit cannot escape the heartbreak. Nonetheless no heartbreak comes from friends, or does it? I mean can you be heartbroken from an inflatiation towards a friend? And if that friend act in compliance with you, something happens once. You are both aware it will never happen again, yet was that the line you crossed? Never a kiss, but the tuch perhaps? How do you know, and when you well sad due to the onetime only lable, that keeps annoying you. The sorrows are needed, and thay can be as sweat as the joys but hardest to bear is the regret. Regret that says, is that didn't hapen you would never have known how to miss it so dearly as you do.

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I used to think, a thing or two
would never mean more to me than you
Now the snow is falling, in this late afternoon...
I believe i have found my way acoss the sea
The white is thrilling and cold
So scary and new, yet old familiar faces in my mind
Love be there i know - somewhere
The ocean is large, huge as star
in the wonders it may bring
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Till we meet again

Below is a semi translated-rewritten norwegian song called "till we meet again"

You gave all you had before you disappeared
We recycle the sorrow you left behind.
Beauty bare no burden
Yet you bore a heavy weight

A hope is there till you give up
Then all is lost
It is love
That never fail
When created, remain for all time
Till we meet again, my friend
till then

A secret was your burden
Hidden from sight
Now it is too late
To bide the troubles
Time bare no burden
But you bore the weight

A hope is there till you give up
Then all is lost
It is love
That never fail
When created, remain for all time
Till we meet again, my friend
till then

Difficult times are there to enlighten the effortless joy
They give us hope of a beter tomorrow

A hope is there till you give up
Then all is lost
It is love
That never fail
When created, remain for all time
Till we meet again, my friend
till then