anteckningar 08dec

Jag har suttit uppe hela natten och lärt ut svenska till min franska brevvän. Hehu. Hon skriver ner allting på notblad.

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Jag skriver något. Den första versen eller stycket kommer från en bok jag tycker om. Blev inspirerad till att bygga på den texten. Resultatet blev lite platt tyvärr.

The way you're singing in your sleep
The way you look before you leap
The strange illusions that you keep
You don't know
But I'm noticing.

The progressing feeling of growth
The sensitive feeling of hope
The repressed feelings when you're low
You don't know
But I'm noticing.

The way you secretly isolate yourself
The way you "laugh" and look dumb
The way you don't care because you've turned numb
You don't know
But I'm noticing.

The way your feelings drift away into space
The way you unknowingly put people on a lace
The way you mistakenly leave a trace
You don't know
What I'm noticing.

The way you secretly isolate yourself
I see it mostly when you smile.