Sunday, January 24, 2010


A month in Sweden and Im slowly getting used to new routines and being here
No half packed bag in the corner
No plans of leaving just now
No immediate escape

Trying to exchange panic with active momentum
To build my energy and ideas
Into something that will one day make me fly
A bit unclear
If Im really here, or only in transition?

Most days the connection is strong
and comforting like a worn out jumper
A longing that I want to have
Memories that keeps me centered
Nights of feeling too far

Im not unhappy here
Its a different kind of space and time

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