ceciliethehedgehog

There are miles between us, And each of our culture we treasure with pride and our hearts. We are different, yet, we have so much in common. We became friends thanks to one interest we shared. Now, we share our thoughts and worries. We dont chat everyday, but when we do, its a blessing and educational. We have learnt so much from each other. We have fought, but learnt our lesson and both have become a better human being. I am happy, that I am sharing this educational part of my life with you. How I wish to see you, without a screen between us. I keep on trying to find a way to visit you, cause I dream about the moment I see you, and give you

Death. That’s what I dreamed about. First my grandmother. I for some reason lived in the US, and went home to Denmark with my boyfriend, a boyfriend I actually don’t have. Then standing at the church where the funeral is going to take place, seeing only few people, then the white coffin on the way inside the church. It’s the same church and graveyard where my grandfather lays. The small church isn’t even half-full. There is a forest right behind the church, and that church and graveyard do exist, because I have been there before. Then I am back in the US and in a hallway, all I know is that I am going to a convention,

With the mask of normality, I go. In a shell of positivity, I act and convince. Convincing others, convincing myself. When alone, the shadows appear and consumes. Breaking down my mind and soul. Anxiety is part of not only mine, but oh so many other young people’s everyday life. It’s no news to me; it’s like an old, unwelcoming friend. Silently breaking down the door to my mind. However, I am fighting. Sometimes a shot of panic and fear strikes me and I am down. We are like soldiers of light on the battlefield. Fighting for our life and happiness against the darkness. We will all win, but we win with scars. To win, we must

The water is dark. Almost twilight. I cannot see a lot while swimming, but I can sense, if I am swimming too close to something. Svup, a fish brush me. Purposeful I continue swimming and up to the surface. Someone is waiting for me and I won’t for anything in the world let him wait. With a twitch with my tail, I lift myself out of the water. Almost jumping with hope of being able to touch the smooth silver moon, and the dancing stars. However, what goes up must come down, and I do that with an elegant dive, to then quick reach the surface again. The moon is full and bright, and I am almost bathing in its light, while the stars looks li