I’m losing grip of your hand. Don’t go off. Wait. Keep up. Don’t let me down. Follow in my footsteps. You are right behind. I’m following you. You are blurring my sight. I can’t see you through my glassy eyes. You are lost. You are caught up in a different world: a world I’m not part of. I’m hurting, babe. We are so close, though, so far away from each other. I now know I have to leave you to find you again. I need you, you don’t know you need me. I’ll remind you. Love is a rare gem, a gem on your finger as long as you don’t forget about it. Take it for granted and it stops being rare…
Life is a rollercoaster. I wonder how many times I’ve heard that phrase. There it is. The silence. I have been looking for you. You have become a luxury I rarely consume nowadays. San Francisco is that annoying enthusiastic person who never shuts up! The sound of the silence is the most beautiful melody my ears know of. My head is placed under Toby’s, and I’m leaning back so my spine is resting on Toby’s tummy. By leaning my head back I can now stare into the eyes of the night and also hear the reassuring beat of Toby’s heart. I’m overwhelmed. I have felt this way for a couple of weeks now. I’m overwhelmed with the changes in my life. It suffocates me, but not so much that my lungs stop breathing completely. It’s an annoying suffocation that doesn’t kill me now, however, with time it will. I isolate myself, but not enough so anyone will really see it as isolation. Just enough for me to feel the pain of it. This is what moving to a new place does to you. It reminds you that things take time. You will be an outsider until you are not anymore. There is nothing in between. I have always seen myself as a stranger; stranger to anything that I know and everything that I don’t know. I’m a native foreigner.
Norway, you have become one of my long forgotten exes. I keep coming back to you, not because I love you or because you love me. But you are special to me… I do have feelings for this once upon a time place which was my so called home. Norway has a beauty that no other place I have visited has ever presented to me. The silence. The singing silence of complete muteness. I sleep better in my own bed back in Norway. I think better on the roads back in Norway. I breath better back in Norway. But the question is whether I live better back in Norway. I need love to be able to live and this is the only thing Norway doesn’t provide me… I can’t live in Norway. But my soulmate, San Francisco, drives me crazy and I’m not sure it is a good kind of crazy. It’s such an intense dizziness and my head is spinning so hard that my neck has ditched itself from my body. So as I run into the sunset away from my crush I enter the sunrise with my old flame. Good morning, Norway…
Quote Of The Day:
“In life, you have 3 choices. Give up, give in, or give it your all.”
― Charleston Parker