onsdag 26 november 2025
tisdag 25 november 2025
wasting time without you
i dont want to leave you alone.
i want to hang on your back with my head on your shoulder
i want to sigh when you look away
i want to stream endlessly my inner voice over you
watch you when you sleep and impatiently wait for you to wake
pout when you close yourself off
get angry when you dont understand
i want to spend hours watching you, to figure out what you need
when you wake up, how can i make you smile
can i touch your hair?
måndag 24 november 2025
a thousand pieces of my naked body
a thousand wild ants
eating at my flesh
i spread the sugar
i lie still and let them crawl
does he resent me now
my skin sinder
i ashen
i think he left long ago
i watch giant crowns of trees sway
another bite, are they not done yet
how much left now, can you check, i cant feel anything
söndag 23 november 2025
let them pick me like im a field of a thousand flowers
would i recognise you in any shape
lördag 22 november 2025
solace in silence
do you hate me this deeply because i seen your soul
you travel steady calmly on the wildest sea
my storm is no match to your waves
our rythms entwine so gracefully, its blindingly beautiful
you can leave dramatically, close doors and throw me
when souls speak, humans should rest
onsdag 19 november 2025
the ways of walking alone
relief was breif
i moved south and the comforting blanket of white ran thinner
things buried beneath, the complexities
i cant escape
in the ways of saying goodbye
what is this feeling of the first day of snowfall
tisdag 18 november 2025
tears roll down the back of my eyes
stars will you carry my thoughts tonight
pain will be brief and only mine
nothing can beat my heart out of pulse like dark shade if your hair
måndag 17 november 2025
i get drunk on your power
i held still for a while before i answered
just to lay in the vulcanic tension of you waiting
fredag 14 november 2025
sing
sing a song for my unheard heart
onsdag 12 november 2025
söndag 9 november 2025
just to keep you safe
if i ran a thousand simulations
sink a stone
but the happy memories are too close in time
isnt she sweet
little white flower
captain of my soul