Suspithra

Hello there, stranger. I've been away with my creativity locked up inside, but now I'm back. Everything around me is pretty much a mess, but thats not exactly news, is it? I'm doing my best to sort it out and that's what's important, right? Well, I think so at least. A new song has been created by me and my friend Maggie in our native swedish and it's such a great feeling to have a working writing relationship. :la: The other one isn't. At all... Sad really... So that's that. I hope you enjoy my writing and please, leave comments. Love, Fie. :heart:

I know why it's called a monsoon. I learned a few days ago, that the moon is getting further and further away from earth, every year. The orbit changes with every turn. The moon increases it's distance with almost two inches (four centimeters) each year. Eventually it will leave earths gravity and travel off out into space. We will be left alone and our nights will be darker. That seems wrong and sad to me. I know why it's called a monsoon. That heavy raining. I think it should be moonsoon. The earth grieves it's leaving companion, with all those tears. The earth is grieving its pending loss and it wants it's moon back. Earth wants it's

My world keeps turning up side down and I'm starting to wonder if it's ever going to stop. My old life seems easier than this, some days. But that is just wishful thinking and I know it. My writing has slowed down again. The last thing I wrote was a doodle about my little Brother and his struggles (see Peter Pan and Falling fast in my gallery). Before that it was a songlyric for him as well. (He is constantly on my mind now, and I pray each day that he will be alright. And I hate myself for beeing to afraid to just call him and ask him how he is. I will kill him if he dies!) My "rock ´n roll-dreams" has been put on ice since two of th