Memories become reality, events are lucid and ongoing as brown haired girl stares thru her frizzy hair, it’s not fair! It’s too deep – do I like the girl? Is your sister weird too? Are you so weird too? Maybe you doubt my love for you, a foreign landscape dwarfs you, diminishes you, makes you nothing but a girl. You ask me my view, I reply you’ll have to make up your own mind. A million pretty girls have walked this land, most are dead now. Their beauty heart stopping, their country wordless, timeless. We go to triple north deep fjords, midnight sun, hazy skies of Freya. You invoked such a girl in our spell on our enemy, one day I, we’ll go to such shores. To Viking lands, Leaves Eyes music, Tristania and Mortiis. No mere girl can encompass my love for you or a beauty you have yet to see. Take you to frozen lake where biplanes flew and fought against **** enemies. A beauty rather indescribable but from your soul, see it with me and you’ll understand.