Wednesday, May 5, 2010


1.57 AM, Jönköping, Sweden

Dear diary,

I couldn't bring myself to write anything here tonight, even though I want to write a book with a thousand pages about how much I want you to be mine. There would be a thousand appendixes, each and every one giving you another reason why I need you, want you, love you. So instead I reached into my mind and brought up some dusty old memories, and made them into some lyrics for you. In Swedish this time. I hope you like them.

1 comment:

  1. Tack så mycket Sid - jag blev skitnöjd med det! :)