there’s something to mornings, an unsaid promise that leaves the night behind. there are days when i lie in bed, fully awake though it’s 4am. today is one of these days. my thoughts jumped and stopped somewhere in finland. i thought about life there, about the people i met and how so few of them stayed in my life. and it sometimes hurts because i still believe it’s where i came to be. or then i am living in the past. and i keep telling myself that if i take astrid to jyväskylä with me i have nothing to show but the buildings i know – some places, some windows i have been standing behind. ari, katja, kaapo, ike and so many others left. and still my heart is connected to it, to hanna and mikko i think of so often. we have to go back there, because nobody ever seems to understand that i wasn’t gone for two years but that i had arrived in a place that i now belong to in some way or another.
Have you ever slept it off to the bones
And woken up at night my love
Having dreamt you called them all
Every person you could never love
I believe.
Man hinterlässt an allen Orten seines Lebens große und kleine Spuren…und besonders bei den Menschen, denen man in Laufe des Lebens begegnet.
Thinking of Finland sometimes as well…it left an impact on me. Man muss das-Spuren-hinterlassen also von 2 Seiten betrachten.