A poem.

Random philosphical things I'll post here in Icelandic. Have fun, non-Icelandic people! Mwahahahahahaha!

As the waves move me towards the ocean floor

Melancholy.. What an unruly thing..

What is real? What is not? Are you real? Am I? What is existence?

Well, don't worry, because I'm not answering any of those questions, I'm just asking more questions.

Love.

Are you?

Everyone wants the deep pockets on their side

Did they think about the low side of the world?

Pushing away all the gold rings

One day all the faults Will be by your side

Nothing changes our minds

Is there somewhere to go?

Everyone couldn’t wait till they reached the high

Seeing the Golden in your eyes

Makes running wild

Key to the worldwide on your mind

Paper money will rush you to death

Is it fair for this magnifical life?

People will pass you by at the same time, time will pass you given a quick smile

What happened to the people?

How much it would cost?

Nobody deserves this

River of lifeline all the things got be a strike

We’ll give everything for this life

Dreams were caught on fire

Those will ignite to the downfall

Will rise high to infinity

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I was trapped inside that void for too long. Unsure of what to do as the days dragged on. Every day I long for freedom—and how I envy those who are free. Day, night, day, night; it never seized its assault of insanity upon me. And then it was revealed: the truth. My panic, worry, frustration, and cries had ended—though not in the way I hoped.​​​​​​​

These are poems I write whenever I get inspired. About life, depression, exs, relationships, anything really.