Takk.

Takk

Swallowing envy has never been easy.
Especially not when your throat hurts because of all the restrained emotions which are pushing against the surface of your smile.
Today I feel wasted, but that doesn’t matter anyway. Tomorrow’s just another rip-off of yesterday.
I wonder what it would feel like to have the strength of those mighty qualities behind my back. I always felt like the sinking stone while you were the magnificent ideal, enchanting the hushed crowd under this starry sky.
Sometimes I wish my innermost loveliness would even have a chance to keep up with yours.
They always say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I can’t find a reason for why all these eyes seem to be blurred.
I still love you, but sometimes it’s hard.