My relationship with grapefruit is one I keep to myself. I let people know, if they ask, that I do eat it from time to time, but I never shed light on how, how often, when, why. I'm not ashamed of eating grapefruit. I understand that it can now be a political act, its … Continue reading My problem with grapefruit.
In June I spent 3 weeks in Mageli Gard, an organic farm in Tretten Norway. When I asked if a woman from Oslo if she knew Tretten, she thought I had made it up. I went alone, but met a few people there also doing the same organisation as me (WWOOFING). I couldn't really tell … Continue reading What’s left : travel, being alone, and mental health.
I'm depending. In stillness suspending On a thin sheet of cool. Reflective- I can see her. She rests her feet on mine- Rooted. Divided by an impermeable nothing, That holds our ankles together in chains. My eyes force my gaze to her, and hers to me. Co-existing; each other’s life line. But each day weakens … Continue reading Reflection
Self awareness is so self evident. You stare around but really you are staring at yourself In the eyes of those who stare at you. I myself do stare back too. Half moon almond eyes you have Warm and light like adffogato. I want to drink them and spoon them into my lips … Continue reading Narcissus
You show me pictures of fruit. Rounded heavy green apples. They depress me. They are like grenades. Not at all like grenades. They are lifeless and dull, Along with that sound you make, Monotonous droning of letters that trudge through air into my ears. Id rather be a fruitfly At least then I could politely … Continue reading A Rumination on Fruit