Beyond darkness
Closer to the winter solsticewhen darkness chokes mewith his mucous fingers,hugs me closer to despairI remember summer nightswhen lady sun excused herselfto wrap herself in Cotton-candyclouds to briefly nap before […]
Tag Archives: winter depression
6:30 on your way to work
No, it wasn’t the rain or the sour scent of unwashed wool, it wasn’t the stinging sound of strangers making up on mobile phones. No, it wasn’t tiredness of Netflix […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 