Water is better, not thicker.

Why do you not hear my voice, father?
Am I not son enough to meet your expectations?
Why do you not hear my tears, mother?
Am I not child enough to warrant your attention?
Why are you the only one who sees me, brother?
Are you the only one who cares?
Why are you the only one who loves me, sister?
Are you the only one who understands my aching heart?

I will not dance to the tune you’re playing,
I will not speak with laughter in my eyes,
I will not rejoice with you,
until what we once had withers and dies.
I am chained like a disobedient thrall,
Tethered like a wing clipped raven,
Snared by a past of wanting smiles and empty hearts.

But with time came changes,
It was not that I healed,
Or that I forgave,
But my heart learned to let go of resentment ~
I danced on my own.

It was while dancing I met you,
I spoke and was heard,
Shared more than just a word,
A story, a hammer-driven heart,
Aching with longing.

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About Fredrik Kayser

Everything is connected.
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