HOWLED

…hold – back – don’t hold back

…when a lonely tree asks for your hand to hold it for a minute, and the sky turns to you,…

…when you learned how you love to see the back of books in the shelf making you wonder about all…

…when hands feel fruits in late autumn rinsing through thin fingers…

…when the sun still feels like a broken bone edgy and healing at the same time…

…mornings in a city…

when the car became our refuge…

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Thankful to be able to create something new in those times.

Always good to be reminded.

if it was her who made me go chase the wind in unknown places, I don’t know. I am just…

…oh happy sunny days in a different city while the world hesitated to take another breath.

and I remember you.

…friends in common places…

and this time the sky was a mockingbird losing its feathers when walking side by side through those lazy Saturday…

and then the end has come.

when your body is pulled down the hill and across the lake, and the wind howls through your weary eyes…

and as the roads keep on melting into the endless memories of those long days out there, my hands fumble…

even when the borders are crossed backwards in uncertain boots from the wild, and you suddenly end up in Tallinn,…

Thank you for waiting for us so patiently – always.

…and the whole world asks me to be tender with myself. Go and bite the trees instead of your mind.

…

I thought it was just an oil color on canvas, but you see, up here in Lapland they do have…

and in the middle of a deserted ground you find a church of Gold, and feel the tender breeze of…

And your spine as a triumph held toward the high end of a blazing cold. Straighten your view and you…

And over fields of snow you discover yourself in the light of a fireplace out in the woods. When the…

Come, and lay on clouds with me. They only last that long.

…back in the day we saw the horizon in a dusty grey moving over little land. holding hands was easy…

…and then, once in a while you get your treat in a supermarket cafe…

Slowly after the last work is done you come to raise your head to the trees, and see wonders heavy…

…back to when we sang out in the streets…

Outside the window the trees stand like patrons holding a falling ground in its place. The slippery soothing sound as…

When the stars come to play on eartha shimmerling light of treasures in the darkdance to the hourly wisdom of…

It’s my brothers birthday tomorrow. And as the days have passed I thought of him often and wished – but…