Category: Literature

The Outsider

The Outsider

I wrote this poem after some dark moments within the University.

Sometimes I just feel lost and lonely, because it is hard to find one’s place, when cheerful careless life seems so distant and alien.

Dreaming

Dreaming

I dreamt of a fox I could not reach. It was looking at me with eyes like the stars themselves. I reached out, yet I could not touch it. I felt its calling, that something is wrong… I woke up, shaking… And I was right, something was amiss indeed…

Once upon a Dream

Once upon a Dream

I have dreamt of a fox who was looking at me. I tried to reach out, but my arms were not long enough or it was too far… I can not say. But I know that it was telling me something… It was no battle, but a massacre. Yet the warrior survived… Sought refuge in the forest,...