Varberg Summer 2015
Have you ever felt the feeling that you can not describe something, that is something expressed in your soul that aches or makes you sing in joy in a way that words never could describe it. That is how I felt during me and Simons, my boyfriends, trip to Varberg this summer. We stayed there for a couple of days to relax from the work we both had decided to fill our summers with. No wonder it feels like I wan´t to move here.
"Where do I go?
When I'm feeling so lost and I don't want to be found.
When I'm looking and listening for that peace in my heart.
But I know I'll never hear that sound..."
When I'm feeling so lost and I don't want to be found.
When I'm looking and listening for that peace in my heart.
But I know I'll never hear that sound..."
"The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom"
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom"
"Stop telling me not to burn bridges. Some bridges are meant to be burned. Some roads are never meant to be traveled again." /Dr Steve Maraboli
