Kahden kuukauden jälkeen...

Three years seems like forever. At least three years before I can be home again. How long would you be willing to wait for me?

In a rare moment of clear fiction, I see myself at a dinner table with you. I see myself singing freely - content enough to be able to sing the songs I love. I could live happily knowing that I could go for karaoke any night I want, and there would be something there I want to sing. Maybe that's what I've been looking for all along - a little appreciation for my musical preferences and the way I sing. Is this all I gave everything for, one by one?

People who prefer silence to indignation.

The traitorous light of day burns the visions from my eyes... and the sting of sunlight on my skin and the sweat on my back make me cry in vain for some lake to jump into.

I grow tired now; I have forgotten how it is to walk for hours every day by necessity. Memories fading in the sun kept safe in dreams. Keep those eyes shut...

Finland exudes finnishness. There I have little need of these little treasures I take with me wherever I go here - tokens of the whole other world over there.

It's a world where these feelings have a home. Not strange, out of place, wasteful, inappropriate.

It's a world where there are words for these feelings.