“I did not want to be anything, and naturally I did not want to turn myself into a mere profession: all I ever wanted was to be myself.”
I'm an organized mess. I can't sleep at night. I love intelligent conversations while laying on empty streets at 5am in the morning. I make mistakes and I mess up a lot. I'm having some trouble accepting myself and I'm afraid of not being good enough. I believe in the future, for I have seen yesterday, and I'm still alive. I have trust issues and I remember every single word from conversations. I laugh a lot and I believe in the beauty in small things, like the coffee in the morning with someone you love, road-trips to nowhere and oceans. When I was 18 I moved all on my own from my home in Gothenburg to London to create the life I wanted to live and find the person I wanted to be. After a year in solitude with my mind and my music, I packed light and spent a year homeless on the road, dedicating my life to my art and to tell the world about it. I learned how to build my home in my music and my words. When I sing or write, I'm not scared anymore. I just want to mean something to someone. I'm mostly insecure, but I believe that if you want something bad enough, you can always find a way to get it. I still don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way, and I believe it’s very beautiful over there. It’s been a beautiful journey, a beautiful fight - and it still is.