© Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings
My world is falling apart.
The dream doesn’t hold together anymore.
I’m losing interest in the illusion,
in the gravitational pull of thought.
-Nanne Nyander "Out of the Labyrinth"
My world is falling apart.
The dream doesn’t hold together anymore.
I’m losing interest in the illusion,
in the gravitational pull of thought.
-Nanne Nyander "Out of the Labyrinth"
Emptiness, silence,
I am.
I’m out of reach of the movement of the mind.
O this trickery mind.
I salvage the silence within me
before it gets gulped up by the noisy mind,
the destroying force within me.
The force that does everything in its power
to distract me from what I am,
from my true identity.
I just need to stay here,
I just need to be.
I don’t want to go to war with my thoughts.
They are slippery, and demanding of my attention,
like an enemy within.
An enemy that I hardly notice until it’s too late.
Sleep no more,
it’s time to be vigilant.
It’s time to wake up.
-Nanne Nyander "The Struggle of Going Nowhere"
One step forward, two steps back.
Two steps forward, one step back.
Why are you moving at all?
You’re already here.
-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"
I’m dying, I’m sinking,
you’re singing, I’m crying.
Will this ever be over?
I’m dying inside.
Is this how it’s supposed to be?
I’m empty, I’m drowning.
I know it’s just a story in my head.
Still, my inside is like a volcano,
but hard as a rock of ice.
Nothing seems to be able to melt it.
My inside is my outside,
and it’s empty and full at the same time.
I can’t think, but still, there are thoughts.
I’m too tired to move, too tired to not move.
I cannot do anything,
I cannot not do anything.
I’m dying, I’m falling.
I can’t move forward, and I can’t go back.
Will this ever be over?
-Nanne Nyander "One Without a Second"
The illusion is like a labyrinth,
-Nanne Nyander "One Without a Second"
Too tired to be me,
but I find no way out.
I want to rest,
but I don’t know how.
It all seems so silly,
how can I not know how to rest?
It’s just to stop doing.
But how do I do that?
-Nanne Nyander "One Without a Second"
Do you think I’m strange?
Do you think I’m odd?
Is there a rule, how to be,
how to think,
how to feel?
Feel me, am I too soft?
I’ve followed the rules, how to be,
how to be to be ok.
But sometimes I forget,
sometimes I don’t understand the unspoken rules.
There’s always a nagging feeling in
the back of my head,
in my body,
that I did something wrong.
How to be, how to be me?
There can’t be a rule, how to be me.
I am, and I am no rule.
I am me, I am.
-Nanne Nyander "One Without a Second"
Of course I couldn’t find myself.
I’m so much bigger than I ever could have imagined.
I was looking for something small.
-Nanne Nyander "One Without a Second"