Blur.

No, I'm not searching for you anymore. I look at the pavement when I walk and always focus directly to one person when I talk. I don't stammer when I smell your scent or hear a voice similar to yours.

Regardless of the blur in my eyes , my laughter fills rooms and streets like a joyous response to my destined misery.

Blueprint.

They would laugh at her, when she said she felt a hundred years old. But she already knew how things would end.
History was like a broken song track, needed to be started from the beginning and adding a new scratch every time.
There was light at the end of the tunnel but at the end of the light, there was another tunnel.

Explaining was even worse than listening to people who were content with themselves. A so-called merited authority to give advice about everything and nothing, as if there was a blueprint for life.

E.Y.

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