CHANGES

Sometimes I lay down and think about all the people surrounding me.

I moved from a small town to the capital of Norway.

But in the end,  it ain't that big.

I'm surrounded by the same crowd, and I suddenly realize that the people I really want to hang out with and spend my life and experiences with is on the other side of the world.

Sometimes I wish that I had a normal job, to make some money.

But waking up everyday knowing that I am an artist put's a smile on my face.

I know I will get there someday. I know that there will be changes.

Right now, I guess I just have to make the best out of it and enjoy my learning prossess and  time in Oslo.

The world can wait, but can the people?
They get older, they change, they die...
We are not immortal. We are not for ever.

HELL IS HOME

 There is one place I feel more safe than anywhere else.

A place where I can let go of all the anger and pain.

Where I am the center and where I am myself.

Away from all the people surrounding me everyday.

My altar is my life.

My home is my church.

Hell is home.