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lyriklördag

The tear / attached to the next / a band of tears / of fear Rising up from the depths inside me / my littleness / me incomplete / who am I? Compared to thee and you? Like pearls on a string / the tears / erupts from deep inside me / a place I know / where I must go to...

“villighet” är en nyckel

villigheten är en nyckel kanske den nyckeln den som tar mig och kanske dig dit vi är på väg ovilligheten är ett lås som låser fast mig och kanske dig låser fast oss där vi inte vill vara fast som samtidigt är en plats där vi är trygga? i min villighet gör jag mig...

Skriver du också?

Ibland kommer det en stark känsla i mig att skriva på ett annat sätt. Då kan det bli så här som förra lördagen. Ord som sätts ihop som på en lyriklördag. Skriver du så ibland också?