PEOPLE

say that I live in an imaginary world.

I say nothing and watch them crawl in a swamp of fears, rumours, false expectations,

hugely wrong interpretations provided by themselves in their lives

too small and minds too hollow.

And I laugh silently. And feel grateful to be me.

STUPID GIRL

I already did my greaving.

It did hurt.

Left an empty hole in the corner you used to be.

I have no need to surrond my self with small people.

Tiny thoughts never crossing one's world

where dragons and unicorns roam free.

MAYBE

I like to grow things because I see so much of myself in a tiny seed.

That odd urge to rise above everything.

Reach for the light.

Spread, finally unfold the beauty and harvest..

It is like learning to live.

Wanting to live.

I ROAMED

northwards.

Away from others.

I heard heathers sing my name.

Wind whispered in my ear and wrapped my hands.

As northern I got, more bursted my heart with joy and lightness.

I RATHER

feel more than less.

I rather feel often than seldom.

I rather feel anything even when I am

afraid what I might feel and when.