Born to this world screaming like everyone else, upset about leaving my safe and secure hidingplace. Where ever I looked there were unfamiliar things, peoples and expressions. Something was sounded in my so called ears, which I later understood were words. New places scared me.
As life has moved on I have come to realize that life really is meant to be lived the way you desire, no matter what. You and I, we can overcome all obstacles and live our dreams instead of just creating images of a different life.
At hellocloud you can read my travel stories, look at my photos and read some of my deeper thoughts or even perhaps some poetry. It will fulfill all my needs and hopefully you’ll find something worth reading or gazing at.
Stay happy!
Ken Lönnström
There is despair. The trees you touch leave their fingerprints on you in the form of black charcoal. The mark stays there, even though you try to rub it off on your pants. As a reminder.
In a burned forest, which is devastating and awakens horrible thoughts, there is to me a forbidden attraction. In some ways, it is poetic. Even beautiful. In a macabre way. You understand what I mean?
by Ken
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