2008-04-27

Be as it may

what was the story on me mind
which memories remain
time has shiftly swept - away
was it all in me head
did it happen in me mind
did I act it all the time
was it all in the world
time as broomly swept - away
which memories remain
what was the story of me life

2008-04-14

The forest at night

Its only slightly past nine, yet the dark is gathering full strength over the trees of my likes. Or rather they look to be us, but that's just because they wish they were one of us: able to grow where nutrients are scares and exist high up in the fresh mountain air.
It was wonderful out there. In the forest, listening tothe few birds that were still up and about, and the sounds from the flowing stream, just after dark. I should probably not have been there, out in the cool air. But if you need time and somewhere to think, I can not think of any other... Then in this Norwegian Wood of mine.
My past questions are answered. They led way for the past to arrise. Now I linger in this old, oh so very old, genuine Norwegian Wood, where I saw my roots once. If I look again, carefully this time, who knows? maybe I'll see them again.
Think I can see some old oak over there, in between those proud Pines. The short "chumpy" green little Thing at the left, will forever more be as it was and were to be; of the past. Nonetheless it's being shall never fade though it may be trapped by time. This is where my heart lies, and shall be kept from the world.


I am home.

old oak = good friend

2008-04-02

The letter

Katrine Furu
02/04/08
Dear friend

Hello.
There has been a silence wind building up, blowing from far a way in the land where you exist, for far to long. I may be ill but I am not blind nor am I deaf. Don't take me for dead yet, so may you please speek up...
What is new with you, are you doing fine, is something wrong?
Why am I left standing so alone, at the spot were we used to laugh.
Open up to me - remember I am here for you and I will always be - or help me Gods, for then I'm lost. But has long as I have friends like you I will be here for you, I promise on all that I hold holy. I can only help if my heart is told. So if there's something you need, speek up, let me know and I'll consult my best adviser. So don't repeat my wrongs. They are worngs for a reason, since they help nobody nor do them make you feel better...only lonely.
Remember i am a tree and my leaves fly with the wind. No matter where you are, I will be there in a minute if you will it.

Yours sincerly
The Pine up north

2008-03-22

sigh^^

You're probably thinking what in the world am I doing up a this hour, no particular reason. None you'd accept anyway, but frankly I'm just not up for sleeping quit yet.
I'm drinking my tea - how I enjoy it - looking out to my poach where the snow is gently falling down from the sky forming a blanket of white.
My street is lighted by the yellow light from the lamps. It's a rather cosy scenery, I most admit I don't want to be anywhere else at the moment. I am fine at this particular spot, in my room overlooking the street and its blanket of white... With my tea, and drawing pad^^
Catch me any other day and I'll probably tell you I wish I was indeed else where then this godforsaken country. That's the bottom line anyway, may present it a bit differently. However I am a real fool for saying so, 'cause I doubt that any other place would except me for the freak I am.

I'll just retire with my Agatha Christie ^^

2008-03-20

ayayay! :S

These few days I've been stressing about my exhibition. Should have started along time ago and been done a few weeks in advance, but I've had almost no spear time on my hands until recently and well in addition there's been that illness of mine *sigh&shackinghead*

Well it's all over now, I have stressed and worried so much my doctor started too worry again. He advised me to avoid stress, which should count for everyone Hence no more work for a while, which is the same as a friend told me yesterday. Should start to listen to my friends, turns out that they are more often right then not. The exhibition didn't turn out as I'd hoped, the only thing I sold was the painting I painted in a rush two days previous. The paint wasn't even dry! Anyway it's over and I need to relax...There's my cup of tea - good night people^^

2008-03-17

St.Patrick's day

Well I never really cared for days such as this 'cause "what's the point?" I'd always say. However since St.Patrick's day happened to be during easter people decided to start the celebration at Friday and keep going through the weekend. I didn't pay much notice of this till a friend announces as we're sitting in the morning sun this Saturday. She said what a way to celebrate St.Patrick's day all we lack now is gunnies...

It was nice 'cause it was spring everywhere though just that night it had fallen some snow. The sun was up and it was warm^^

2008-03-13

Out in the snow

We're all born from the grave of late affairs
We'll visit the burial of our great grandparents
Shiftily after a new event with grandparents
We grow and now it's our children we bury
Years will pass and Love is put to the ground
Before we go our selves we bury illness and pain
Then we go up and away to be reborn from late affairs

2008-03-06

Behind the wale

Those who've been around me, I should believe, have noticed that I am not as aware of my surroundings as I ought to be. Well most of those people also know why, or partly why. It all began some time back in the ending-round of one of the happiest periods of my life. I received news of the illness but only one aspect of it, the rest were to come in September. Since, at the time, everything seemed to be so harmonic in my life I decided not to tell anyone about my troubles. I didn't tell anyone the first 3-4 months, and surprisingly nobody noticed any significant change. I was surprised that nobody seemed to notice my sudden silences that occurred when pain struck. At those times I were overwhelmed by pain, and I had little or no control of my actions. Usually when it occurred I was sitting or laying down, hence, nobody could've seen any strange behaviour.

As time went on, as time do, it became clear that the illness wouldn't go away as easily as I'd hoped. I still kept silence though. But as the end of June approached and the days of August began, I had to spend a few many nights at the hospital. I never explained it to any of my friends, nor did I say why I had to go so early every time we were out, or why I couldn't come with them. They didn't seem to think any of it. I mean I do live far a way, and it would appear to them that nothing was wrong, I did after all withstand from telling. I sincerely lament that.

In the end of August my condition grew worse, and since I still hadn't told anyone, it is not surprising that when I grew worse and I became more silent it would appear as if I had changed and grown parted from my dear friend. A relationship ended and a strained friendship began. When I finally saw that I could not keep my condition hidden any more, and I decided to tell people, my condition had decayed so much that I was at my limit of endurance. However what I told my friends what that some reaction had caused my blood to alter my bone tissue. Far from the truth it wasn't really. My doctors told me that I only had a small chance. My body had been stretched to it's limits and the pain was unbearable. However, as the months flew by my concious awareness grew dim and I was more or less dead. I drifted in and out of conciousness and my train of thought were out of my reach. Coming close to Christmas I were told that I had to begin to eat meat unless I wished to lose the battle. This pushed me over the edge, meat tasted foul and I could hardly digest any food, and my strength ebbed away. As December turned to a new year I had grow a custom to pain, and I managed to uphold an improved appearance. Nonetheless, I felt despair and sorrow.

Occurrences in January lifted my mind some, however February brought a new decay of my life: The loose of feeling. My nerves decided to end the continuous stream of signals that goes to my brain due to too much pain. I felt no pain for the first time in months, but they said that if I didn't regain feeling I would most likely die. An other blow to my health apart from the the fainting and dizziness I'd been experiencing, I now also began to see double or an additional outline became visible around what I gazed at.

It would only go a few weeks before I regained feeling again. This meant that I was finally improving! Though it returned with a back that gives of severe pain when poked or touched non gently. I'm done with chemo too, however I am still on medicines and my vision might be permanently damaged along with my memory. I often forget what I may have said or done mare hours previous, and I have trouble finding my way home, even when I've grown up in my present day home.

Till this day it has been my emotions that have been far worse then the physical strain. They have led me down more then one dark path, but a friend has always been there to grab me by the hair out of harm's way. Much as been said and done that never should have been, and that I must apologise for. I lament much of my doings, sayings and most of all I lament that I waited till hope ran dim, almost fainted away, before I told anyone what the news where.

The reason as to why I've written this is because the worst seems to be over, and I have to thank my friends for baring with me. The future seems bright but there are still many obstacles I must cross before my path is cleared.

2008-02-27

morning

The world is just how I left it
When sleep took me a few hours ago
The morning light of the sun
is shining bright in my eyes
and the city is stirring again

Strange to awoken once more
Nonetheless nice to be here
when the morning light
strikes through my window cell
I can see the city stir below
sweet melodies reach my ear

Would they still be singing if we never woke from our much needed sleep? Their song of light, I guess, would never end, no matter if we were to end. End up ten feet below, amongst our ancestors, with our essence floating around. I know who I would haunt, no fun going through the light when you can spend eternity on earth amongst the living, yet youcan not die since you are dead. Wonder how that would be, don't you?

2008-01-30

We are never so defenceless against suffering as when we love.

- Sigmundc Freud
If we ever stop to look back at our time spent in the clouds we'll see how we augured the strenuous end and hence we'll see we augured the beginning.
Life is robust yet so fragile. The smallest thing can take it a way in a split second, and sometimes even living its self is death, the most excruciation agony; to live while you are dead; only routines no room for life, you sleep, eat and do what ever that makes your day and then return again to the deadly sea of our imaginary head - Thaun

All I've ever done is to hide from the world, ironic that now that I had all intention to prosper
The huge world hides from little me