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Seven Years by Christiane Grelland
This is where I come to do nothing, which I have been for seven years.
There is nothing else to do, so I come here in hope to find something
different.
I don’t know why I can’t find what I’m looking for somewhere beautiful
and interesting. I guess I just settled at some point.
Sometimes I am scared without knowing why. It might be that I am
scared of life. Being left alone, aging, loving someone too much or
not loving them enough. I do not know but it might be something in
between.
Why don’t I have anybody that could use the gentlemens side of the toilet?
I think this tree looks like a proud deer from this angle. Proud is such a
beautiful, strong and wise word. The tree things i crave the most for myself.
I found a tree in the woods the other day. Somebody had chopped it
down and just left it. Like it was useless and unimportant. It is still there.
Rotten and a reminder of a mistake somebody made long time ago.
Theese are the things i lost, my broken dreams and hopes. All crushed
in a pile of light red targets that was made to be destroyed.
Everytime I see something as ugly as this, it makes me want to cry. I will never
be like this. Used up and thrown away somewhere.
I often think about building something. I am talking about a home, a safe
place, a relationship. The things you would think we needed to be happy.
At least, that’s what everybody is saying.