WrittenInDanish

Happy and tall I stand in the sun. Smiling, loving and caring. With love I help all, and love I do give. Cause no one shall feel unloved. "Smile, it's a new day today." Not thinking of take love, I give all my love. Loneliness shall not exist. But under the mask, there is a child. Desperate, broken and fragile. Allthough she is eightteen, she feels like a child. Reaching out for her mothers love and care. Lonely she feels, but lonely she is not, forgetting all she had near. "Am I destinied to be lonely? To be loved? By other than my family, I only have for rent?" Good night little girl, time to sleep. Dreamland awaits fo

With the mask of normality, I go. In a shell of positivity, I act and convince. Convincing others, convincing myself. When alone, the shadows appear and consumes. Breaking down my mind and soul. Anxiety is part of not only mine, but oh so many other young people’s everyday life. It’s no news to me; it’s like an old, unwelcoming friend. Silently breaking down the door to my mind. However, I am fighting. Sometimes a shot of panic and fear strikes me and I am down. We are like soldiers of light on the battlefield. Fighting for our life and happiness against the darkness. We will all win, but we win with scars. To win, we must

The water is dark. Almost twilight. I cannot see a lot while swimming, but I can sense, if I am swimming too close to something. Svup, a fish brush me. Purposeful I continue swimming and up to the surface. Someone is waiting for me and I won’t for anything in the world let him wait. With a twitch with my tail, I lift myself out of the water. Almost jumping with hope of being able to touch the smooth silver moon, and the dancing stars. However, what goes up must come down, and I do that with an elegant dive, to then quick reach the surface again. The moon is full and bright, and I am almost bathing in its light, while the stars looks li

Day 2 Uuurrgg, I don’t want to get up! I didn’t sleep well last night. Again. Turning round and round restlessly. Typically me. The clock is around 7:00 or so, so I have lots of time. Dad is snoring in the room beside me. The walls are paper thin, a little annoying when he snores like a sleeping bear. At least I can relax a bit. The breakfast buffet begins 8:00, and last for a time I don’t give a care about. So I have lots of time to snuggle in the bed. Speaking of bed, it’s a bit hard, but I like it. Whenever I can get away with sleeping in my mom’s bed, which is an evolutions bed, were the mattress forms itsel

Death. That’s what I dreamed about. First my grandmother. I for some reason lived in the US, and went home to Denmark with my boyfriend, a boyfriend I actually don’t have. Then standing at the church where the funeral is going to take place, seeing only few people, then the white coffin on the way inside the church. It’s the same church and graveyard where my grandfather lays. The small church isn’t even half-full. There is a forest right behind the church, and that church and graveyard do exist, because I have been there before. Then I am back in the US and in a hallway, all I know is that I am going to a convention,