1. Self-portrait

    Not so good with words.

     

  2. Self-portrait

    It’s gone by so fast.
    I just want summer to last.

     

  3. Self-portrait

    She sees lonely stars on a bright night, tell her to look away only when they’re about to fade.
    She chases fireflies through a moonless cover, tell her to be still only when bees are humming.
    She spins around in the dim light, tell her to smile only when the sun rise.

     

  4. Travel diary

    Det er så stille, men likevel så bråkete. 1, 2, 3… jeg trekker pusten. Ømme muskler, kaldsvette, jeg klarer ikke å holde meg i ro. Men det er så vanskelig å bevege på seg, for aldri har det revet i meg så mye før. Det er ingen plasser å gjemme seg, man kan ikke flykte. Noe kan man løpe fra, men ikke dette. Jeg rister på hodet, nei, dette er vanskeligere. Jeg som alltid tar den letteste utveien, det er kanskje på tide. At det går an, sier jeg. Men kjære deg, alt sitter her oppe, sier han og peker fingeren mot hodet. Jeg ler fordi jeg vet at det er sant, men om det bare hadde vært så enkelt. 1, 2, 3…

    It’s quiet, yet noisy. 1, 2, 3… I draw a breath. Sore muscles, cold sweat, I can’t be still. It’s hard to move, it’s never teared me up like this before. There’s nowhere to hide, you can’t run. You can run from certain things, but not this. I shake my head, no, this is harder. I usually take the easiest way out, maybe it’s time. How is it even possible, I burst out. But dear, everything’s taking place right here, he says and points a finger to my head. I laugh because I know it’s true, but if it was just that simple. 1, 2, 3…

     

  5. Self-portrait

    Worn out.