Rain.

The feeling is always the same...

Depthless.

In Oslo, everybody was talking about the weather; How short the Summer was and I would ask "What Summer?", then we would talk about warm places we would go after New Years, as if a one week getaway would make things any better.

Just like every year, Fall had arrived too early. My emotional curve was pointing downwards, doomed and incontrollable. I didn't feel anything other than a mudded and depthless blue.

E.Y.

Limbo

We didn't belong anywhere, not where we were born or where we were heading.
A limbo state of mind state saddens us as we have no gravity when we try to point our toes to the ground but drift away from ourselves.

E.Y

Women who hated men.

Feminists, why where they always so angry? There must be several reasons, she knew. But were they really all bitter and single women? Or were they just traumatized victims?

She knew from herself; she didn't trust men; didn't trust her father, her own brother or any other man she was related to. Throughout her life, she'd seen so much of their selfishness that she was in doubt of their capability to make a good dead without anything lying beneath. She'd seen them manipulate things into their own favor and still act like a man.

She didn't trust them during the day or at night when they sneakingly walked behind her, making her fear her own shadow.

E.Y

Counter-Question

People answering a question with a question; I could strangle you; for talking in riddles and getting back at for something that lies deeper.
I choose to see myself as a random victim, who happened to be there at that moment, rather than digging and adding another worry to my scribbled life.

There is nothing more frustrating than making the other undermine their own intellingce while they're looking for an answer.
Every entertainer needs a crowd and even in a bad comedy, there is always a scapegoat. A constant abuse of a person's sincerity is chewed and spat back at as the obsvering crowd grows taller and taller while I become smaller and smaller.

I remain calm. I clench my fist underneath the table while my imagination takes over.

Little did you know, that in the end it would cost you and lead to endless time of loneliness where you would forget the sound of your own voice.

If anything is to be remembered, it is that people never forget, hence they never forgive.

E.Y

Black litterbag

Wouldn't it be tempting, waking up on a blue Monday, cutting the top and corners of a black litterbag, wear it over your head and put a belt around your waist?

E.Y