The grass had died
Yellow grass
Death grass
Behind you
Behind you a cloudy sky
That was your scene
That was your background
Four years ago
I study
Psychology
I study my background
I study your background
You there
In Iceland
On the field
Trying to smile
Trying to enjoy
Trying to be what you wanted to be
A happy father
A satisfied father
Having it all together
It is the hardest thing
To see your picture
To see your surroundings
To know your struggles
To not have known your struggles
That God had known your struggles
That you could not be saved
The hardest thing
To conclude
To see the dots
To connect the dots
To become aware
To ackowledge it all
The loneliness
The pain
That we know
Not the hows
But the be’s
You were in pain
and now we can learn
Learn to speak
Learn to connect
Learn how to help oneanother
How to conclude
How to say
That life can be all too much
That we are all so vulnerable
That all of us needs to release pressure
Release
Take it down a notch
That selfcompassion
Would get us to the core
That selfcompassion would relief
The pressure
The fake goals
The self-imposed goals and tasks
That break us down
All the giving
And no receiving
All the strive for others
For an image
For praise that never comes
For having it all together
In the eyes of others
To attain for a life that doesnt exist
Dear bro,
Stop striving
Start embracing your flaws
Start discovering the real you
The weird you
The weirdest you
I promise relief
I promise satisfactory feelings at the end of the day
I wish I told u this
Four years ago
Love you so🙋♀️
Om