Moberg art for you
2013-09-09
Klockan är tjugo över sju. Jag går att söka i sjön, sömnen utan slut. Förlåt mig, jag orkade inte uthärda.
- Vilhelm Moberg
Jag förväntas lämna ett meddelande till er alla, men sanningen är att när jag väl är där kommer det vara försent.
Life becomes less about living and more about surviving. Can someone explain why it feels like this? Why do I have to listen to my monsters? I need to stop this before my monsters win. I have to be alive to change this, but living with them is to kill myself a little more every single day.
Water and blood is the face of them all. The water is for the tears, the blood I'm loosing is for the life I do not want. And then we have the light. The light that shows us that we're not ready yet. It doesnt feel that good to lay there and feel a little sting in every scar I have on my body. My body that I hate. But, I should now feel that I exist.
