"First time in many years"
Freely flowing in the midst of thin air, life presents a journey of endless jigsaw puzzles to be, or not to be finished.
Leaning inwards the mirror of life, the earliest years of youth onsets the agony of chaos.
The more agonizing the chaos, the quicker that time flies by.
Chaos never intended to hurt humankind.
Yes, she refuses to acknowledge the wrongs of their hurtful actions and wrongdoings.
In the midst of her presence, she grants the individual the freedom to think and do.
Like the stinging of sea salt that plagues her facial orifices, obstacles as severe as this could never stop her no matter how severe they appear to be.
The distraction of music distanced chaos from coming to good terms with God and humankind.
Together, the battle between music and chaos pose a grave threat to the bubble of landmass and liquid called Earth.

Første gang i mange år

"Time"
Facial expressions caress my thoughts, yet they refuse to evoke my thoughts any further.
In fact, these notions of laughter and resentment prove themselves to be nothing but superficial.
What a waste of time and space that I have to fake a smile to express my discreet happiness.
Because happiness doesn't need to be shown through blank smiles and childish laughter.

Tidspunkt

Menneskeligt, smerteligt, lidenskabeligt

Smukkevådeklarenøgnedrømme

Í draumunum

Kardimommur á morgun

När värmen möter flamma

Öppningen, klarheten

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Genrer: eksperimenterende, elektronisk, ambient, akustisk, neofolk, instrumental

Ágúst Norðurljós