Galloping horses

The image of horses galloping in the hills Is the only thing My soul can see

Courage

It’s in me somewhere I just don’t know where it has gone In the meantime I act cowardly choose the…

I cannot see the dirt track that runs through the hills but I feel the softness of the lambswool when…

I cannot write about anything else than the numbness I feel when I feel nothing at all

She says she reminisces a lot about Argentina and I do the same. I try to create something similar at…

I have not written about the grief and I feel my heart filled with the sadness I’ve not been able…

And when I write I open up the taps and let the water run freely although the challenge is always…

I notice my own aggression and how the anger is running the show. My claws are out and my tongue…

I take my time, put in a few extra days in every place. I stop, sit down and just look…

It feels like every alarm in the house has gone off and that I just want to break it I…