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"
-Nanne Nyander "The Way Back Home"
