who/what is this?
I’m back in my native Copenhagen after some years traveling and living various places. I feel fine here and if home is not to be touched, home can be anywhere. I tried to find the essence of my thoughts in this moment and this is what it came down to: love, naive and dreamy. Reverie.
It’s feels like I’m floating, floating in this thing called life. In this moments I feel open, open for everything to penetrate through me and I become the silent observer, the observer that examines it all. In silence. Love
Sometimes life makes more sense: