Tale about growth

If you had seen her grow, she would have become a flower.
Blooming in the rain.
With roots deep in the ground.
With the earth embracing her.
And holding her through storm, thunder and rain.
With a blossom welcoming the sun.
But she grew without your eyes.
Without your thoughts and words.
And they left an empty space.
An empty space to fall into.
They left her heart uprooted.
They left her leaves scattered in the wind.
And the earth too dry to hold her back.
Now her branches are wild and have outgrown you.
Her branches have grown into spaces you don’t know.
And there are thorns upon her skin!
A skin still asking to be touched.

But if you had seen her grow, she would have blossomed in storm, in thunder and in summer rain.
Can you see her as a flower still?

A haunted place in the Baltic Sea – Suomenlinna

Canons, a castle, defense walls, and old houses with windows painted on – there is a place in the Baltic Sea that has all these things. It’s not just a museum, or a remote heritage site for adventurers to explore. No, it’s actually a place where people can live! Sounds like the right kind of…

Keeping the connection – About taking the next step

I remember standing on the same field where I spent most of the past unnerving months. Listening to the same three accords throughout a song reminded me of time passing, of the feeling of spending time with people while doing something special together. Studying for an exam, rehearsing a song, going on a trip -…

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About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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