My word for 2018:
My Choice

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Living?

I look around my livingroom on a
dark autumn evening when
candles are lit and
the room is warm and cosy, and
I think,
this is where I exist, but
do I live here?



Jeg ser meg om i stua mi på en 
mørk høstkveld med 
tente lys og
rommet er varmt og koselig og 
jeg tenker,
her bor jeg, men
lever jeg her?