As the seasons are about to change, I withdraw. A stillness has come in to my life, it’s like an unknown opportunity.
It’s like I am stargazing with my eyes closed. If I try to carry on as before, this silence becomes overwhelming. It turns to the sound of beating drums, like thunder when my ground breaks.
There is no turning back now, the road I was on is gone. I burned all the bridges myself.
They whisper I should wait. They’re telling me to stay.
Just can’t make decisions right now, but maybe if I begin to dance again… where I stand? Everyone knows how it brings a sense of liberation, getting lost in music like that…
This might look like a life crisis on the surface, but underneath – it’s all about victory.
I wonder… when I open up my eyes again… Will all my deamons be gone? Or will they just keep on dancing along… to the same old song?
S. Lövstedt, August 2026