Running in Circles

Quickly running away

Finding new ways to survive

I wish that someday

That life should not only

Include trying to heal wounds

But to live a good life

To have friends

To make love

To live in the wild nature

To swim in the sea

But now I am here

In my circles


I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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