I was not mislead.

There is no rain, nor is there sunshine.
There is no pain to be felt
along the unbreakable timeline.

There was a smile, can you still recall it?
There was no guile to be found
nor was there pieces which did not fit.

There was no hatred, nothing to gain.
I was not mislead by you
and I'm fine when there is no rain.

Jag har målat mig själv, bakgrunden är artistic cutout.

Paint it in pixels.

Mitt nya kall här i livet.

Everything is crazy anyway.

Idag hade vi digital bildbehandling hela dagen. Eller ja, tills vi var klara med vår uppgift, vilket var runt klockan 11 (vi började 9.40). Då åt vi lunch, för min del endast bestående av skolans underbara kikärtor och ett glas mjök, för jag visste att jag skulle hem snart och kunde äta rostat bröd med onsalakorv som är myyyycket godare än fiskgratäng. Efter att vi chillat med photoshop och flash ett tag begav jag mig till Monki för att köpa likadana leggings som Aneta. Då bröt jag alltså också min och Amandas regel att aldrig köpa leggings för med än 150kr. Men dessa var värda.

När jag kommit hem och ätit mina korvmackor så fick jag ett infall att rita i ps. så såhär kan det gå.

Puss.

Beyond.

.
.
It does hurt, but am saying nothing. The pain in her mind if she knew would be far worse than any pain my body could ever feel. My body is not my strength but her emotions are weaker.
I am not moving. I cannot. Even if it did not hurt I would not. If my sheet slides down my scars will show. I cannot let her see them. I have not even seen them myself, but I have been told they are pretty nasty. It will take time until they heal, if they ever do.
She is sitting next to me, her eyes are closed but I think she is awake. She would not be able to sleep, I know her well enough to know that. She is fighting her own guilt. It does not matter what I tell her, she cannot forgive herself for what she did even if it was what anybody else would have done. “But it was I who did it, no one else. I should have noticed”, she said. I do not argue, because she is right. She could have noticed, but it was not very likely that she would. Because who would have guessed? Who would have contemplated over such a thing? I looked dead, I felt dead and I was silent. If I had been in her shoes and it would have been her in mine, I would not have hesitated if I could not hear her, not feel her. I would have assumed she was gone. Now I will never be able to assume such a thing. Not after what I have been through. Not after all the pain I have seen it causes.


- Ur novellen Beyond.

2 much pixel for u.

Trust the feeling, ready to explore.
this is something you can't ignore.
I believe in you.

Je Veux Croire.

Je veux croire qu'il ya quelque chose de plus pour nous, après cela.
Je veux croire que nous pouvons vivre passé la fin.

within, without.

It doesn't feel much at all. Is emptyness really to be considered as a feeling? If you are empty, you have no feelings, right?
I try to hold on, but you are slipping away. I cannot hold on to something unreal in the end, so is the fiction really worth the fight?
You are not here, you never really were. I reach for your love and I find nothing, but yet you are the one I dream of at night.
Do you mind letting me go? You choke me and I need to breath real air. My feelings for you were a corsette I pulled in to tight.

Thank you and good night.

breaking

Gör så mycket du kan i kameran, gör resten i photoshop.

Mina ögon rann och allt var suddigt.