To finnish a thought without interruption. To reflect upon the day before it has even started, as it is still dark out, and the birds have only just started waking up in the trees outside.

To listen to your body moving and breathing. Living. Just being. Chest moving up. And down. Up. And down.

Up. Down.

Letting go of feelings felt about times past. Letting turmoil turn into calm waters.

Lettin...

I couldn't watch her eat. It was something I only realised as I grew older. I suddenly noticed, what it actually looked like.

Those tiny teeth in her small mouth. Reaching over something far too big to fit her mouth. Getting crumbs and such on the side of her mouth.

Her teeth yellow and discolored. Not like a poor person's teeth. Like teeth of someone with means to brush and get them fixed when ...

She lives for the moments out of the blackness of her room. Moments when she is let out. Even if it is just to dance.

She often imagines the life before this colorless box of a room. Before the solitary sameness of every day.

A life of choice and time biking through the city in a sundress. Bare feet paddling on while smiling and grinning to the people walking along sidewalks in shorts and short...

Det er for sent at hoppe fra. Jeg kan kun hoppe ud nu. Jeg er fastspændt. Det suser. Jeg tænker desperat over en undskyldning, der kan få mig ud af dragten. Ned på jorden igen. Uden at jeg skal springe.

Jeg ved allerede at alle undskyldninger vil komme ud som en løgn. En gennemskuelig løgn.

Fordi det vil være løgn.

Jeg vil ikke alligevel. Jeg tør ikke.

Eller jeg vil gerne.

Men alt indeni mig ...