something was wrong.
there was a pounding in her chest as she swayed into the bypass. far from home. tired and weary and yet electrified with a certain kind of frenzy! she could not describe it.
only knowing that it made her turn her head at every sound and made her stumble in her own breathing. only knowing that it had been building for some hours and now seemed to reach a sort of climax.
she called for anybody who might hear.
and only felt even more alone in return.
there was a pounding in her chest as she swayed into the bypass. far from home. tired and weary and yet electrified with a certain kind of frenzy! she could not describe it.
only knowing that it made her turn her head at every sound and made her stumble in her own breathing. only knowing that it had been building for some hours and now seemed to reach a sort of climax.
she called for anybody who might hear.
and only felt even more alone in return.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
note: bjarna speaks broken english at best.
icelandic will be italicized with translations on hover/click.
icelandic will be italicized with translations on hover/click.
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