Somewhere by the ocean
my grandmother askedlast autumnit’ll be a year soon, right?where does the dust come fromand where does time go?or money,which let’s be honestis why I came hereshamelessly scraping it togetherit’s time to take stockand analyse whymy bank account is empty,but my heart is endlessly fullin the breeze of the approaching Mother Tongue DayI practise my mother’s…
mu vanaema küsiseelmine sügisvarsti saab aasta täis, eks?kust tuleb tolmja kuhu kaob aeg?või raha,mida olgem ausadtulingi ju siiaalatult kokku kraapimaon aeg teha kokkuvõtteidja analüüsida, miksmu pangakonto on tühi,aga süda on ääretult täissaabuva Emakeelepäeva tuulesharjutan oma ema keeltja välistan korrakskõik need sisserändajadkellega samastun enimkolme aasta jooksulolen kartnud olla üksiaga hoidnud omaenda kätt kui lennuk kodulinna maandumisrajaliga…
how many beats per minutedoes it take to turn off the white noiseof my thoughts racingon logs down the cliffhow many stopoversdo i need to make it throughthe next 2 months of winterwithout feeling the heat of the sunthrough the automatic blindsof a building designedto extinguish all fire in my heartthat could remind meof my…
hello from a better placethe sleepless nights are overbecause i accelerated too hardand then broke the breakthat’s not sustainable sowe’re not doing that anymoreno i did not forget about youi changed that passwordon day four of my tenureat a job i prayed to findsince the day i left Estoniai am very happy thereand it showseven…
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Hi! My name is Benedikte. This is my small blog of life wherever it currently takes me. For now, I live somewhere around the Atlantic ocean for who-knows-how-long and try to gather my thoughts and experiences around this wonderful pond right here.
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