Varm ettermiddag
February 15, 2012
Horse
February 15, 2012
Wonderful eyes
February 15, 2012
A solitary journal
August 27, 2011
The view from my tent.
The view from my tent while I lie on my back.
Food stuff.
Chicken stew.
There’s a river.
Trees, fog and mountains.
Waterfalls.
Raspberries and blueberries.
I write secrets in the dark at night.
I walk through a forest.
There are white mushrooms.
The water is green.
The forest is green.
The mountains are green.
I found a hole in the green.
I find no words.
I leave my tent to live in a cabin.
It is cabin number 12.
I eat yoghurt with berries.
Surrounded by fog.
Surrounded by mountains.
At night I light candles.
And I sleep.

































































































































