Tuesday, 4. November 2008, 09:22:31

Trondheim, Norge
Thursday, 16. October 2008, 19:50:40
poetry
i am slowly moving my
arms
trying to control your cold
eyes
everyone knows how the snow
harms
you start screaming, but the sound
dies.
my freezed fingers almost can't
move
they are bleeding slowly, drop-
wise
you're the one to save me, but
you've
been too long kept by this thin
ice.
i'm awaken by a bleak
light
like a message from my home-
town
i'm not sure i've left it all
right
but i need to bring this light
down.
i will go and lock this damn
light
in the safe with the unknown
pin
you could help me if you could
fight
but don't move. the ice is too
thin.