
Reading my lines – to fortify wisdom for life – written in stone.
Skrivpuff: Studera.

In hollow sight – the swirling line stands out – a call for adventure.
Skrivpuff: Gris.
…. knorr …. ngt extra i tillvaron …
lite långsökt men …. 😉

My precious heart – so worthy holding on to – if you didn’t know.

If deficient endurance – playing life’s various gloryful tunes – I would deeply regret.
Skrivpuff: Ångra.

Regardless – if the flag is raised at the top – sky is above all.

Life is beautiful – not always human actions – choosing my own.
Those fateful actions – not directly credible in light – just bodies that wither.
Skrivpuff: Inte direkt.