a piece

Once upon a time I was making a piece. The piece will never be performed but still I would have liked to share some ideas I had..


I feel too old in numbers but I always think that people will see right through me and understand that I am just a child

I wanted to stand here with someone but that´s just a fear of not being able to do it alone

I think about love and what it means

Why are the tempo-shifts so dramatic

Can you enjoy something that you know wont last..

I don´t know. It seams almost like knowing that we are going to die.. but still choosing to be happy at the moment

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