Hellbent and brokenhearted

This is my way of telling you the story of the road I walk upon. A tale about beating hearts, lost love and the habit of staying up all night long drinking. Coffee and cigarettes, my violent heart, getting lost in the music, city lights, reaching the speed of pain, the taste of blood, the nightmares, the screaming, fates colliding, love undying, forgiveness, selfishness, ego, drama and you and me and everything between. But mostly, it is about me and my sweet, sweet shadow. Enjoy.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Heartbeats

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.

http://decemberskuggor.blogspot.com/2010/05/8-nastan.html

1 comment:

ErikaMay 19, 2010 at 9:48 AM
Tack så mycket Sid - jag blev skitnöjd med det! :)
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