Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings
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"
