“My memories of what life was is becoming a warped dream. Something that was familiar now seems odd and what was fantasy now the new normal. Deep down I want to see you but now I know you’re something of the past, and I must carry on towards the future. Bury what ever remains of me below a mountain flower, and when people walk by and comment on it’s beauty, tell them that a partisan is buried under. One who was taken due to those who believe in war and death, who wanted to go and work in a tailor shop but who’s dream never came to be. Sing them the war tunes that our grandfather sang, but to our father’s generation fell into silence.”

Woweeeee I am experiencing some major changes to my style, and wanted to make a more darker piece. One for Vidar…woweee