Write on

I do not even know where to begin, I have forseen it all.. it has already begun. So what to do? I write and I write on, simple because it’s all I can do. On paper, on the streets, so much to share to the point where it becomes overwelming. I write on in any language, in any alphabeth, from books, to digital, to even carving in trees. How long will my words last? Letters I write and symbols and signs I draw, to be dug deep in the ground, and hopefuly a next generation will understand, of what it is I speak.
Maybe a future archeologist finds these scrolls, a man or woman obsessed with this lust for knowledge just like me. With a sense of belonging for the great outdoors and has a passion for history, mythology and most of all a combination with these two. My mind contains a lot of secrets that remain pointless until they are shared. My heart contains a lot of love for everything that breathes yet there’s nothing that frightens me more then people. I rarely go outside, it’s just me, my books and my phone, my pens and my paper.

I live like.. a monk! I spend a lot of time indoors reading, writing, drawing and contemplating the universe and all it’s phenomenons. I question everything, always analizing. If I was born in the dark ages I would be Burned! I do never enjoy life, I Choose not to have friends. I don’t do ‘going out’, the last time I went to a cinema was 2 years ago and the last time I had an intimate relationship is 4 years ago. In fact in that type of guy that will have no one who visits his tombstone. And i’m not even joking. Want a stereotypical loner? Look no further. 

I dont socialize well in groups, since I quit my videogame addictiction I don’t play games, not even boardgames. And I have to force myself to watch tv every evening, going outside for shopping gives my anxiety and I suffer from major depression. Still it’s not all doom and gloom here.. I will overcome this dark page in my life and become a much stronger version of myself. Not only must I become stronger for myself, I have 3 little, bouncing, adorable, annoying and above all the sweetest of daughters waiting for me. 

Wow! This small article realy turned into a rant! 

Anyhow, I have set my goals. And I’ll try to take anyone whe likes to read on an amazing journey. I heard a story, a legend realy, about a man. Who dedicated himself long ago, to write a massive book, that took him a lifetime to write. I will step into his footssteps and write you a book dedicated to the soul. And when i’m old and my skin lost it’s stretch, I’ll bury it deep in the soil.

Yes, that’s my art, apperently I dont like the color; white. It gives me that “I wan’t to see mountains again Gandalf, mountains! moment. Hmmm a sigarette and coffee and i’m off for now, avé!


Scroll I Visionquest

I remember.. I walked bare foot on the damp forest soil on that clear summer night. With my fingertips touching the bark just barely, as I pass by each and every tree. 

My eyes pierce the darkness of the noon, all alone just me and the stars. I’m searching the woods, but not knowing what to look for. Suddenly.. a clearing, a big open field in the midst of the void.

I setup a fire and for a brief moment as I stare in the flames, two eyes look back at me. She walks up to me and I could not believe, I knew her, oh how I knew her for thousands of era’s it seems. When we danced in the darkness for reasons unknown, she copies my every pose. 

Oh my twin soul, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. An instant feeling of deep love, deeper then my soul. Your name carved in my heart. Like a mother to a child, a more blist bond cannot be. How blessed am I if I’ll see you again..

It’s the fear

Fear is that incessant black creature looking back at us from the future, leaving us cringing in a corner of our mind, clutching helplessly onto the flickering remains of that candle of hope we had thought to be our salvation. 

Don’t let either enter your Now. Hope invites fear with its frail light. Fear invites failure and dark places with its all-consuming appetite.