#228: Vimmynicatijk.

I don’t know who you are any more.
I don’t want to be become what I’m not to you.

She waits for the dream to arrive and the nightmare to end.

I didn’t want to be a Vimmynicatijk.

I don’t want to be labeled like that.

I am not a Viking. I am not a man. I am not a Norwegian. I am Scandinavian, but we are not the same.

Nights are nights for a reason.

Days are slow, descends into night.

The day is not mine for giving.