måndag 25 juli 2011


Life is such a fleeting moment, like the passing seasons, the erratic summers and the fickle winters up here in Scandinavia.
It comes and goes and there's nothing we can do about it.
Fundamentally, it's all about the circle of life, but we all reach that moment in time, where we don't wish to let go just yet, when something unexpected happens that forces us to realize how brittle the borders between life and death is.

No matter how many times we experience those hardships that is a part of life itself,
every single time will still be a slap in your face, a wake-up call to remind you.

Inbetween happiness there's sorrow.

But After sorrow, if you try hard enough, surely your smile will return.

måndag 11 juli 2011

Long time no see

 Nitro is officially a part of our family now.
Linnea is currently enjoying the short and fickle swedish summer by working and losing the small tan she gained i April. 
Will hopefully return in September with full force, until then she'll try to take her camera out on a walk every now and then and also exercise her pen.

lördag 4 juni 2011

friday morning - daybreak

I took a walk after getting of the bus from Stockholm City in order to clear my head a little bit.
It was 2:30ish in the morning and the only ones awake in the forest were the animals, bugs and I.
I was contemplating waiting for the actual sunrise but decided against it because the mosquitos were having a real feast on my legs and probably since I hadn't gotten bitten for years, the bites got awfully swollen(they're driving me crazy right now) so I went home instead to catch some very well needed sleep.

torsdag 5 maj 2011

I want to write again

I wish I could find back to that feeling I had when I was the most active with writing and when the inspiration was flowing.
I know that the one blocking it is no one other than myself, but it's hard for me to pick up where I left, after being inactive for so long.
I suppose what I need to do is to begin from scratch again, but somehow I'm too scared to start with nothing.
So for a while now, I've been going back to my old creations, and I've found a lot of material that I want to use and develop into something more.
But no matter how hard I try, it seems like I cannot write as smoothly as before, it simply doesn't feel the same. 
With time I've changed so much, as well as my style of writing. 
And I'm not so sure that it changed in a positively manner, I suspect that my language has gotten worse actually.
But this only gives me more reason to fight and start from the beginning once again. 
Turn a new leaf, find my style.
After all, for a long time now I've been walking around like a zombie, wanting to do nothing else than create.
It's been bothering me while awake as well as in my dreams.
I just simply need to pick up that pen and create something.
It's just like when I write in this blog..  I let the words flow freely.

Rather than my passion, maybe it was my motivation that got lost on the way?

Because I wouldn't create worlds, characters and stories in my head if the passion was gone.
I just simply can't put everything down on paper. I need to get rid of that block!!

fredag 4 mars 2011

for timetravellers

My long time motto has always been along the lines of "the only limitations are the ones that we put up ourselves".

I was cleaning my room earlier this week and found an old notebook from when I was around 13 or 14 years old..
 I used to write a lot more than I do nowadays, mostly because my inspiration back then was far wider than it has been in many years, and while most if it was the nonsense of a lost teenage girl who thought that she understood the world better than anyone else(it wasn't that bad xD), there was some notes that still ring out to me.
Something that still is highly rated in my book.

It's a bad spell, saying that something is impossible, saying that I can't do anything.
But in the world I grew up in, there wasn't really anything or anyone that told me otherwise.
My psyche might be strong in some ways, I don't let things affect me deeply, because I know that with time the wounds will sting less.
I keep stuffing my backpack with the experiences from yesterday and today, so that I can bring it with me into tomorrow.
To begin a new chapter, to end an old one, it isn't always easy. But what we chose to bring with us into the future, is what shapes us into what we are, what we become.

But there might be times when I strongly disagree with what I've written in the past, and it goes without saying, that I am that lost little girl who tries to justify her actions more often than not.
I've changed in so many ways, and in equally many, I haven't.

I watched an old episode of my favorite television drama last night, and the lines of one of the characters was in so many ways the same...It felt like it could've come straight from my heart.
Which of course only made me love CM even more. ;)

I wonder where my values and opinions might point at in 10 years.