Dark Thoughts

Often

I often sit and think of that place
That place with endless fields
Huge and calming forests
Wide and clean rivers mouthing out into wide open lakes
Which for a small child seems like oceans

I think of it's name
The name that suits it so well
That if used for any other place or anything else
Would feel weird
Creepy
And in general just out of place

I think of the town that is there
Everything from the small docks
To the hotel
To the little baker shop which makes the little strawberry cakes
That are sweet yet not to sweet and only uses the freshes strawberries

I think of how happy people are
How they all are joyess
Content
Never complaining about anything
Because they have everything which they could need
They are without need for work
Without need for war
Without need to live in fear of crime
They are free

I think of that little quite place
How so many people can walk among it's streets
Swim in the lakes
Run across the fields
Or climb the highest trees
And yet!
Nothing would disturb you

I think of that place
In all it's beauty
And then..
Then i think of me..

How i sit here
How i each day dwindle more and more
Like a flower that is plucked
Slowly withering
Each year
Feeling like but a day in the life of a flower
Sure you could put me in water
And sure you could set me so i would be hit by the sun
But to what end?
The outcome is the same
I'm gonna wither and die
Thrown out, forgotten and replaced

I then think of you
How you look at me
Whenever you are here atleast
I know i'm not who i used to be
And i know i have done something which you can never forgive
But..
I often think about what you want from me...

I'll soon..leave for that place...
I'll wait for you there...
But i know you hate me for my actions...
I know...what i did...
Weighs heavy upon your shoulders...
But soon...i won't weigh you down any longer...

Will i see you in that quiet place...?
Will you forgive finally..?
And will i see you there...?

In our quiet...
Special...
Place...