Tag Archive: Writing

Train thoughts

I find myself on a train, somewhere in the Swedish woods. I’m at a table and opposite me is a fat woman who probably should have paid for two seats. On my left… Continue reading

Flip my head like a trash can

I sit down for the first time in 2,5 weeks to write.  Anything, I decide. To break the silence. To catch myself in the midst of everything that is going on. For some… Continue reading

Home for the holidays

I’m sitting comfortably in a spacious seat in a silent train car travelling along the coast from Stockholm to Hudiksvall. One my one side, a woman is quietly knitting and on the other,… Continue reading

Winning

September took it’s last sigh and gave space for October. I try to stay present but every day seems to slip away so fast. Like the ever changing autumn landscape flashing by my… Continue reading

Stories to be told

Thunder. Lightening. The sweet sound of summer rain against warm pavements. Me, snuggled up in bed. Windows wide open but the windowsills keep me safe. A part of me wish you were here,… Continue reading

These moments

It’s 2 a.m and I am absolutely exhausted, but I can’t sleep. Faces and feelings from the last couple of days are stirring to the surface and spilling on the screen. I just… Continue reading

Information overload

Day OFF. It’s ice cold and windy outside. I stay in and do absolutely nothing. Or do I…? I’m sitting here with my MacBook Air in my lap, writing these words. In the background,… Continue reading

Slap-kiss me

Sometimes I just want to slap you hard! He said with a smile before he leant down and kissed me. I was complaining about being emotionally stressed out, showing my friend around the… Continue reading

Wordless

I feel sickness lurking under my skin, and behind my eyes. It started already yesterday with a sore throat and that low energy-less state where you just can’t pin-point what’s wrong but you… Continue reading

Postcards from far away

Dear I, Here is a postcard, from myself. I know, it’s not the most pretty one. But it was the cheapest one in the shop and that counts for something around here. I… Continue reading