Saturday, January 30, 2010


Dedicated to: Anita Kristine Olsen

From the deepest corners of my mind i seem
to find everything that i left behind, all
the words i didn't dare to say, and all the
grief that makes me fail

In these dark halls im bound to walk, with
nothing but a ghost to whom i walk. And when
i was just about to give in, you came and touched
me with something real and showed me that even
i am able to feel.

With your tears you shed light
in the shades and my ghost seems to fade, and with the sound of
your voice i slide back in to the light from which you came.

Ole Morten Støbakk

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