Once upon a time …
Why am I here? Behind my desk … slowly opening the curtains after a long and needed silence. Why am I here? Writing to you while the sun shines … shines so marvelously. Because I have something to say, something to say about the marvel of life, the intensity of pain, the intensity of love. One can only attempt to strive for ideals in an imperfect world. But perfection doesn’t always imply perfection in your first goal, the road will change, diverge, show obstacles – sometimes impossible to surmount. This being part of life I will tell you a story …
Once upon a time there was a little girl that dreamed. Dreaming about the world, dreaming about time and history. Her life was to be relevant, to be meaningful, meaningful to the world. Hardly however she dared to dream the impossible: writing this story to you. The silence before the storm did serve her well … But for now we remain in the past, dreaming away, swaying the mind, body and soul. Time to purge the ancient enemies of love, death, abuse and absolute control in order to regain sight of the dream of once before.
Once upon a time there was a little girl that dreamed … aloud …
Clouds
Dreaming away
Why am I here? Behind my desk … slowly opening the curtains after a long and needed silence. Why am I here? Writing to you while the sun shines … shines so marvelously. Because I have something to say, something to say about the marvel of life, the intensity of pain, the intensity of love. One can only attempt to strive for ideals in an imperfect world. But perfection doesn’t always imply perfection in your first goal, the road will change, diverge, show obstacles – sometimes impossible to surmount. This being part of life I will tell you a story …
Once upon a time there was a little girl that dreamed. Dreaming about the world, dreaming about time and history. Her life was to be relevant, to be meaningful, meaningful to the world. Hardly however she dared to dream the impossible: writing this story to you. The silence before the storm did serve her well … But for now we remain in the past, dreaming away, swaying the mind, body and soul. Time to purge the ancient enemies of love, death, abuse and absolute control in order to regain sight of the dream of once before.
Once upon a time there was a little girl that dreamed … aloud …
Clouds
Dreaming away
of a far off place
a far off strand
of that special kind
where dreams could be born
where roses had no thorns
where life was long and exciting
in the clouded city of a mind
clouds that drift by so fast ...
Drifting ...
Drifting ...
Drifting ...
Drifting ...
Drifting along the tide
along the moon
along the side.
Where battlefields are born
where loved ones get torn
where life has new meaning
where flowers are worn
Drifting ...
Drifting along the tide
along the moon
along the side.
Clouds were her guide and to endless drifting she did abide.
Clouds were her guide and to endless drifting she did abide.
Joy was to the world as the world was to joy. Life was a miracle that had to be lived.
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