ask me how my year has been and i’ll tell you that i have grown up; i felt it as it was happening. i look out the window now at two in the morning and fall in love, time and time again, with the sky still glowing at this odd midnight hour. sometimes i relish staying up late for this reason alone. other times i stay up late because my thoughts and feelings are nocturnal, so i accompany them for a bit. i lay them to rest on a piece of paper, or otherwise write them on my hand if i want to wake up with them on my mind. usually they end up as blurry traces of words the next morning, like bruises of an unfamiliar hue. they shared the same canvas of skin with the big burn mark on my forearm. it hurt like none other when i got it and throughout all of winter i tried very hard to hide it away. now when the wind brushes against it i wonder, as i do with faded ink and the eternal blue hour sky, how a mere shade of colour can affect me in such palpable ways.
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and so i leave with at least one muted scar, a thousand volatile musings, and a penchant for sapphire nights…
everything else i carry with me in my brimming heart.
lovely thoughts and pictures, lady! and the new music you put up is just soooo soothing and calm. i’ve been playing it over and over again!
This was a pleasure to read. It’s interesting to see yourself just miraculously growing up. I feel I am going through that right now.
so beautiful! i can totally relate to the transient thoughts surrounding the night, when dream and actual thought are messed. as a writer, that time is precious. glad you had a good time! and, like laura said, and i’ve said many times, always such refreshing music.
so beautiful! i can totally relate to the transient thoughts surrounding the night, when dream and actual thought are meshed. as a writer, that time is precious. glad you had a good time! and, like laura said, and i’ve said many times, always such refreshing music.
This is the best homage you could have done to your year in Sweden.
absolutely. i know that feeling, the brimming heart.
it’s a funny feeling return home again – an strange sense of displacement and longing. i wish you well…
this was very beautiful joanne
hejdå joanne.
det var fint att träffa dig.
hoppas vi möts igen!
ta hand om dig :)
Aha! “and a penchant for sapphire nights… everything else i carry with me in my brimming heart.” How beautifully that reads. I like how you describe following your nocturnal thoughts and colour.