I saw in a movie, surrounded by friends, that Cellardoor was, according to english gentlemen, the most beautiful of words. I don´t know if such conclusions are possible to be made, but I must admit that the sheer sound of the word is indeed pretty, and thus i felt, that it would only be fitting to name this little collection of life, after the opinions of english gentlemen. What you, whoever you might be, might be interested in reading (Of course until you get bored by a certain lack of coherency, and meaning), is my life. It is not a diary as such, but more of a taste of my mind. My feelings, my experiences. All neatly packed in bundles of metaphors and lack of regard for any readers understanding. I hope however that you might find some enjoyment, in my life.

Yours truly


5. After Sunset

And I enter my sanctuary of Solitude.

And my mind is filled with melancholy.

For I look back on times long gone.

For they have passed too quickly for me to notice.

And I miss my family of old.

And I know they cannot come back to me.

But still my heart is filled with the loss.

But today I sit in limbo, waiting for my new life.

In the evening I watch the flaming skies, with Vincent and Sixto.

In the evening, the Flames are gone and the skies are but skies.

But still my two philosophers join my evening.

But still they remind me of times gone by.

Cause I cannot fill the emptiness.

Cause I cannot find the space.

For my sancted brother has traveled to a land of ice.

For my loved family has split through the hills.

So I sit in my sanctuary, thinking of past joys.

So I wonder if limbo brings me to a new heaven, or another hell.

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