White in Hilletown

"You taught me that love isn’t on my site,

all I really wanted, was for you to hold me tight,

I feel like I’ve done all this for nothing,

and I just wish that I could tell you, what exactly I feel.

Waiting…

I’ll still be waiting for you to come and see what I can do,

You can’t make love, if at least you’re two.

So why did you have to put it like that,

you took away everything from me, everyone I had,

Needing…

There’s just something I have myself to teach,

of anyone in this world, you are the one,

that I cannot reach.

Dry snow falling from the sky.

I could reach it, if only I could fly,

Fly away…

You are so easy to love,

Why can’t I shove,

You’re are hurting my heart.

By every beat…

Dry snow doesn’t even exist."

Lyrics jeg skrev for en del år tilbage på en kold søvnløs vinternat.

I dag tog jeg en tur i Slotshaven og tog nogle billeder. jeg havde brug for at komme væk fra alt i nogle timer, og være mig selv alene og det hjalp rigtig meget på humøret bare at traske rundt i sneen med sin yndlings-playlist i ørerne.

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May the triforce be with you!

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