Big, black clouds came towards me faster and faster
White gulls screamed, high up there in the clouds.
Is this how my home appears
Beams from the sun shone over the plains and the trees,
painted colours stronger than any sound.
A home far away from my house.
A landscape so far as the eye can see.
Freedom, I thought, here I can go wherever I wanna be.
Sea was calm under the black clouds.
Sea large and empty, without colour,
but with a deep and tearing odor.
So many nuances, and still I have not seen it all.
Here I can stretch out my wings,
like gulls high up there in the wind whistling.
I though...
Yet - I had not seen how far the landscape filled with everything - and nothing,
stretched.
My home. Shared with everyone.
Your home.
You who made my house.
You who took away my head.
Home. Yet so alone.
We are all young, in a world without air.
Does your home seem to work, you have not seen enough.
Have you seen enough, seems your home not to work.
Never will you see everything if you carry your house with you so the roof will hide yourself from the I of you.
-Cecilie Emilie
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