The Hands of Time

As one can see; it still isn't.

When Perfume Hits the Fan

I think you can be what you seek out to be. I loved you before, I love you now, and I will continue loving you when you strive to get there. You aren't heavy; you are my brother. If you seek out to do your very best I think you already are the best--whatever you do and where ever you end up. You can spill the beans (and not sort them from any lentils). You can shit on the fan at let it spread across the room. You can poke me in the eye, just don't smash my head up. If you lost my bike I just wanted you to buy me a new one.

Det ska bo folk i husan; husan dem treng folk. Folk treng hus og hus treng folk i all si tid.

It's cold at home, and no one is baking bread. Yet. Snow falls, but no one shuffles it, and I wonder when anyone will. I know I won't for several days. I will bake cinnamon rolls today, but not bread, and I think that's okay. No one will miss my bread. Yet.

Jeg er en seiler på livets hav.

There is a question we sometimes must ask ourselves; are we merely pieces of drifting wood or are we proud captains of our own ships? I enjoy the rough sea and the blowing winds, but I hate the nauseousness that comes about when waves hit me too hard. An ocean without roaring waves, blasts of fresh air and low-flying seagulls would be an endless sea of nothing. I see that, and I accept it.

Let me know if you see a harbour somewhere, I might need supplies soon.

Literary Devices

Why would I describe myself with one sentence?

Aren't I at least a short story by now? I hope to become a novel--preferably a great one, with even better sequels (just need to find that darned midquel first)!

Will you stand by me on the bookshelf even when I'm dusty?

The tender age of twenty-six (or perhaps 62 or 16?)

Loosing a parent at seventeen made me both an old lady and a big baby. At the same time. You can't put your life on hold or save it up for later. That is not how it works, my friend. We need to have fun, take things seriously, eat well, do good to others and enjoy ourselves. At the same time.

If you think not speaking your opinion or attempting to be a drought more so than a flood, and thinking this will make me see you, like you and appreciate your company you are mistaken. Yes, we are centers of our own universes, and sometimes lonely or afraid of those creepy black holes, but that doesn't mean we're the only ones out there. Put your galaxy on the map, and educate us on the theme of you. You're probably not less interesting than the rest of us. Who would have ever thought that one by the name of "The Milky Way" would be so damn fun?

I love you and you and you, but sometimes you piss me off. At the same time.

Ol' Death

I sometimes tell insects that I'm sorry. I will tell the bug the truth, and sometimes the truth is that it was sitting in wet paint. I tell myself that it is better for it to go fast, rather than letting the poor thing go slowly by itself. Maybe it's in an insect's melancholic nature to sit down in wet paint and wait to die. It may be the reason we call them bugs; that they tend to bug themselves to death. (But still I'm sorry.)

If you had only given your cats anti-contraceptives you wouldn't have to kill those precious kittens. Don't be mean if you don't want to be left. I didn't like it when you aimed the wheels at the frogs on the road that evening, like they were hundreds of newly blown bubbles. I wish none of you had to support any forces and be so very proud of them - the limbless, dead and mentally traumatized. Had you not been so goddamn moody I might have liked you even more.

Sometimes I have thoughts of what life would be like if people in general preferred to agree, find solutions and get along instead of having to discuss everything, arguing over things and distancing themselves from each other. Please, just have some ice-cream and try for once losing the battle and be happy about it - we might win the war together.