For as long as a person is a stranger, they can hold so much mystery.

You never know who you think you know.

We are around strangers every day on public transport.

Seeing something you want and must have from afar, and doing what must be done to capture it.

A woman feeling lost, fallen, a bit out of the grip of humanity, wondering how she got here, floundering beneath the salt.

A tragic love story of finding your true love and losing it at the same time. Inspired by a drawing I have seen I kind of pictured it as an encounter between an Irish noble girl and young dying viking.

A woman missing the intimacy in her life.

As requested, the sequel…

Hearts break into pieces when they are broken.

It’s not clear to me now why I made this poem almost ten years ago… maybe I got it from one of my dreams… I often have weird dreams, you know… yet, this is one of my favorites… I just wish the world can read this…