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30/04/2025

Where Do You See Yourself in Five Years?

The answer to this question can vary drastically depending on whom you ask, their age, and their stage in life. Paradoxically, the more years we accumulate, the less concrete our plans often become. Sometimes, our field of study seems to offer a hint about our future. Business-oriented degrees, in particular, tend to produce students who confidently envision themselves in corporate careers, climbing the ranks, building success. But is this a truly conscious choice? Or is it the result of not fully understanding what a job in such a field actually entails? Could it be parental influence, where stability and high earnings have always been equated with success? Or maybe it’s just the fear of uncertainty, of not knowing what else to do?

And what about those whose studies don’t come with a clear, predefined career path? Journalism, cultural studies, philosophy—fields that open many doors but don’t necessarily point to one specific direction. For some, that’s exciting; for others, terrifying. For many, the goal for the next five years is simply… figuring themselves out. And that’s not a trivial ambition. After all, how can you choose your future if you’re still discovering who you are? At 20, it’s natural to experiment, to test, to explore. We experience the world as if for the first time, but now in reality, not in theory. We put ourselves in new situations, confront discomfort, and assess our resilience—not just physically, but mentally as well. And that mental resilience? We still don’t talk about it enough. We learn many things, but rarely how to find the courage to carve out our own, perhaps unconventional, path.

Some students, when asked about their future, simply shrug. They have no idea—and it doesn’t stress them out. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s actually the pressure to have a five-year plan that makes so many of us feel lost. For some, not having a plan is unthinkable. For others, it’s freedom. Both are valid.

Then, there are those who already seem to be moving forward with purpose. Slowly, step by step. They have a vision—perhaps of themselves as professors teaching critical thinking, as activists fighting for a better world, as artists shaping reality through creativity. They appear confident in their direction, but even they have moments of doubt. Because passion doesn’t always fuel endless motivation. Sometimes, energy runs low. Sometimes, belief wavers. Sometimes, life demands a change in course.

And you? Where do you see yourself in five years? Maybe not here. Maybe what you’re doing now is a step toward your goal. Or maybe you still have no idea what you want—and that’s okay too. Maybe you once made a decision impulsively, because you had to choose something, and now you’re testing whether it truly fits. That’s also part of the process.

Regardless of whether you have a clear plan or not, one thing is certain—life is constant change. For some, planning offers a sense of security. For others, flexibility and openness to whatever comes next matter more. But perhaps a better question than “How do you plan your future?” is: What are you doing to figure out how to plan it? Because “planning” itself is just a word. You can plan breakfast. You can plan where you’ll live in five years. But this is about something deeper—actively seeking, experiencing, exploring different options to discover what truly fits.

Not everyone has a concrete plan for the future. And that doesn’t stem from a lack of ambition or motivation. More often, it comes from simply not yet knowing what the next stages of life actually look like—because we haven’t lived them yet. It’s not about having all the answers right now. It’s about staying open to exploration and building inner strength. Because where we end up doesn’t just depend on what we want to do—it depends on whether we have the energy, the space, and the courage to pursue it. The rest? The rest is part of the process.

WOMEN FORGOTTEN BY HISTORY TRAVELLERS EDITION  As a passionate, adventurous traveller, I am constantly wondering “why?” ...
27/04/2025

WOMEN FORGOTTEN BY HISTORY
TRAVELLERS EDITION

As a passionate, adventurous traveller, I am constantly wondering “why?” while I tell my stories with excitement. I listen to people telling me that I should not go somewhere because it is too dangerous for women, especially for a woman alone. I noticed that we grow up with way too many male examples of the greatest travellers of history. Since primary school, everyone gets to know about the stories of explorers like Amerigo Vespucci, Christopher Columbus, Ferdinand Magellan, James Cook, Marco Polo, and so many more. I had to dig up some stories of adventurous female explorers of the past because I felt the need to have more of women's perspectives of the world. I want to bring up some stories from courageous women who fought for their passion, regardless of the closed-minded society they were born in, wherein they did not have any easy access to formal education and often lived with no economic independence.

• Eva Mameli Calvino: Italian botanist and naturalist, living between Italy and Cuba
Born in 1886 in Sassari (Sardinia), she moved to the University of Pavia, Lombardia, in northern Italy. She was the first woman to obtain a teaching qualification in botany at an Italian university. She was engaged in challenges, both scientific and social, and she also got the silver medal from the Italian Red Cross and the bronze medal for civil valor from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. She had 4 siblings, and her love for science was inspired by the chemistry studies of her eldest brother, Efisio, 11 years older than Eva. She decided to study at “Liceo”, which was traditionally reserved for male students. After graduating, she enrolled in bachelors in math at the University of Cagliari, and then moved to Pavia, where her brother Efisio was teaching chemistry at the University there. Eva started to work at the cryptogamic lab of the university where she spent hours at the microscope, studying the cellular structure of algae and moss. In 1907 at 21, she got a degree in botany. Eva spent the days in the lab, researching until 1914, when during the First World, she became a nurse and treated injured soldiers in the hospital. In 1915 at 29, she became a lecturer in botany at Pavia University and split her life between university and the hospital. In 1920, after an invitation from her colleague and future husband Mario Calvino, she moved to Cuba to work as Head of the Botany Department of the Agricultural Experiment Station.
Eva was still engaged in social activities especially for campesinos (farmer of Cuba). She founded a school for kids and taught them the basics of growing crops and advanced courses for farming. She also founded a magazine for farmers to help them to answer their questions. Always driven by her passion for science, she traveled around Cuba to visit botanic gardens or people within the scientific community. In 1923, she travelled to Brazil when she was 7 months pregnant to study the biggest Yucca crop and study the growth phases and machine for its treatment.
In 1925 she came back to Italy with her family and moved to Sanremo, Liguria. She was vice director of the station and got a teaching position in botanics at the University of Cagliari. She was the first woman to have 2 academic positions, all the while living between Sardinia and the northeast of Italy, with 2-year-old children and her second pregnancy going on. She found 2 journals with her husband Mario, before the dark years and the Second World War. In 1951, Eva lost her husband. She kept living with passion until her death, in Sanremo, at the age of 92.

• Mary Henrietta Kingsley: British writer and traveller, anthropologist and ethnographer, passionate of African studies.
Born in 1862 in London, Mary travelled a lot in West Africa and wrote books about her experiences. Her father, George Kingsley was a traveller and writer as well, and his experience was influential to Mary. She in fact had access to his library where she studied. She had no access to formal education because, for a woman of that time, it was not considered necessary. Her brother Charley was a student at Christ’s College in Cambridge, consequently allowings Mary to get academic connections. George Kingsley’s experiences in North America also influenced Mary’s opinions about colonialism and its brutality, which she brings into her African studies. Mary also criticised the Christian missionaries and their opera in Africa, oppressing the pre-existing culture and not bringing actual benefits. In her early 30s, Mary had to take care of her sick parents and once they passed away, with the family's inheritance and the freedom from responsibility, she started travelling.
Mary decided to embark on a journey to West Africa as a solo woman because all the other female passengers were wives of missionaries or government officials. In 1993, she arrived in Sierra Leone, and then travelled to Angola. Her second travel to Africa in 1994 was in Gabon and Cameroon. Her travel experience was impressive: she stayed with locals, learned from them, studied the cannibal people, canoed up the Ogoouè river, and climbed 4,040m in Mount Cameroon. Mary often attempted to uncover paths and with the hopeful result of being the first European to explore some station. This was dangerous, but she was prepared to deal with injuries and jungle maladies because she had prepared as a nurse.
Mary travelled to Cape Town in 1900, after the outbreak of the Second Boer War, where she volunteered as a nurse. She started to get typhoid symptoms and died a few months later. She was buried at sea as she wished.

BOOKS:
Travels in West Africa, Congo Francais, Corsico and Cameroons (1897)
West African Studies (1899)
The Story of West Africa, in The Story of the Empire Series (1900)

• Isabella Bird: British writer, photographer and explorer, first woman to be elected as a fellow of the Royal Geographical Society.
Born in 1831, in Boroughbridge (North Yorkshire, England). As the daughter of a Reverend, Isabella moved around a lot during her childhood, and she did not have any formal education, as it was usual for women of that time. Isabella became a great reader. Isabelle suffered from health issues since her childhood and because of those complications, her doctor suggested she go for a sea voyage, so she travelled to North America. Isabella left in 1854, at 23 years old, and spent some time between the United States and Canada, visiting some relatives that moved there. When she came back to England she published her first book The Englishwoman in America anonymously. She travelled for the rest of her life: in 1872 she went to Australia, then Hawaii, then to Colorado and travelled by horse in the Rocky Mountains. Isabella kept publishing books of her adventures along with articles in different magazines, which often included letters from her travels to her sister Henrietta. Isabella came back to England to leave again for Asia. In 1878, she travelled to Japan, China, Korea; Vietnam; Singapore and Malaya. Back in England again, Isabella dealt with Henrietta's funeral in 1880, and in 1881, she married Henrietta’s doctor, John Bishop. Isabella lost her husband in 1886, and with the inheritance she decided to study medicine and travel as a missionary in order to make out more from her travels. Isabella, a widow and nearly 60 years old, left England again for India, where she founded the John Bishop Memorial Hospital in Srinagar (Kashmir). Isabelle kept travelling in her 60s in Asia: she went to Ladak, on the border with Tibet, Iran, Iraq, Kurdistan, Armenia, and Turkey. In 1897, Isabelle went to China and travelled up the Yangtze, the longest river of Eurasia, and up the Han River, in Korea. Her last travel was to Morocco, in 1900. Isabelle died of illness at 72 years old in her home in Edinburgh, a few months after she came back from Morocco.

BOOKS:
The Englishwoman in America (1856)
The Hawaiian Archipelago (1875)
Australia Felix: impressions of Victoria and Melbourne (1877)
A Lady’s Life in the Rocky Mountains (1879)
Unbeaten Tracks in Japan (1879)
Journeys in Persia and Kurdistan. Vol 1 (1891)
Among the Tibetans (1894)
Korea and her Neighbours (1898)
Chinese Pictures: Notes on photographs made in China (1900)
Notes on Morocco (1901)

• Elizabeth Jane Cochran aka Nelly Bly: American journalist and traveller
Born in 1864 in Burrell (Pennsylvania). Elizabeth had 14 siblings from the two marriages of her father, who she lost when she was 6 years old. When she was 15, she enrolled at Indiana Normal School but had to drop out after one term because of financial reasons. At 16, she moved with her mother to Pittsburgh where she got involved in working for the local newspaper, Pittsburgh Dispatch. She came across an article called “what girls are good for” and she decided to write a response to its statements that said girls are just good for giving birth to children and keeping the house. The editor was impressed by her writing and wanted to identify the author as she wrote under the pseudonym of “Lonely Orphan Girl”. Elizabeth got the opportunity to write an article for the newspaper and many others followed. In her early writings, Elizabeth focused on women's conditions and social positions, stating that not all women would marry, women needed to get better jobs (The Girl Puzzle), how divorce affected women (Mad Marriages), and the lives of working women in the factory. Because of that, the Pittsburgh Dispatch received a complaint from the factory owner so Elisabeth was assigned to write about fashion and gardening, which of course didn’t make her satisfied. At 21, she decided to travel to Mexico as a reporter for 6 months, where she criticized the Mexican government and the dictatorship of Porfirio Diaz, and was threatened with her arrest so she had to go back to the US.
In 1887, at 23, she left Pittsburgh and went to New York to search for better opportunities than writing about art and theatre. Elizabeth faced a lot of rejection because no one wanted to hire women, but she managed to take an undercover assignment from New York World newspaper thanks to Joseph Pulitzer. She was the pioneer of investigative journalism: by reporting undercover of the poor situation of a mental institution. She faked a mental struggle and got locked in The New York City Mental Health Hospital on Blackwell’s Island (now Roosevelt Island) and reported how women were treated. When she got out, she published an article and after that forced the hospital to adopt reforms.
She was a great traveller. In 1888 she attempted to travel around the world in 72 days, emulating the Jules Verne novel Around the World in Eighty Days. She travelled mainly alone for 40,070 kilometres, across the Atlantic to reach Europe, then England, France, Brindisi in southern Italy, Suez Canal, headed to Sri Lanka, Penang in Malaysia, Singapore, Hong Kong and Japan, to cross the Pacific and arrived in San Francisco and cross the US by train to New York again.
Elizabeth wrote novels along with her articles but left journalism after her marriage at 31, to a manufacturer, Robert Seaman. She took over her husband’s company after his death, becoming one of the leading women industrialists in the United States. After the bankruptcy of the company, she came back to the journalism scene, writing about woman suffrage in 1913 and the first woman to visit the war zone between Serbia and Austria during the First World War.
She died of pneumonia at 57, in New York.

BOOKS:
Ten Days in a Mad House (1887)
Six months in Mexico (1888)
The Mystery of Central Park (1889)
Nelie Bly’s Book: Around the World in Seventy-two Days (1890)

• Alexandra David-Neel: French explorer, writer, opera singer, oriental philosophies and Buddhist student.
Born in 1868 in Saint-Mandé (Île-de-France), she was the first Western woman to travel to Lhasa, the capital of Tibet and the residence of Dalai Lama, whose entrance was forbidden to foreigners.
In 1886, at only 18 years old, she left her parents' home to travel on a bike to Spain. She went to the north of France and then moved to London to study oriental philosophies and English. In Paris, she also studied Tibetan Buddhism and oriental languages at the Sorbonne University, and joined secret societies like Massoneria, as well as feminist and anarchy movements. She travelled across India and fell in love with meditation techniques. Due to economic reasons, she started to travel the world as an opera singer, and she was the first woman to Hanoi Opera, Vietnam. She then moved to Tunisia, in North Africa, to be the artistic director of the Tunisian capital theatre. There she met a French man, whom she got married to. But she was a passionate woman, and married life was tightening her spirit, so she kept travelling the world in agreement with her husband, who later died in 1941. She lived like a hermit in Himalaya from 1914 to 1916, with a Tibetan monk. In 1916 she was in Tibet and because of the First World War, she had to go to Japan. She then went to China to travel to Lhasa, on foot and dressed like a Tibetan. In 1937 she came back to Cina, only to be stuck again in Asia because of the second world war. She came back to Europe in 1946. Alexandra moved to Provance and died in 1969, at 101 years old.

BOOKS:
“My Journey to Lhasa: the Classic story of the Only Western Woman Who Succeeded in entering the Forbidden City” (1927)
Here are some women I admire immensely, and I could have written about hundreds of other women who left a significant mark in history, but somehow, they ended up lying in the shade. I appreciate the courage, strength, intelligence love and passion they put into everything they did, for themselves, for their family and for the people they met. They deserve a place in the spotlight of history, not to be forgotten because they were not just women with different and anomalous interests.

AN EASTER REFLECTIONUnderstanding the meaning beyond celebrating holidays from a pagan perspective Easter is coming, and...
25/04/2025

AN EASTER REFLECTION
Understanding the meaning beyond celebrating holidays from a pagan perspective

Easter is coming, and everyone celebrates it for varied reasons. For some, it is just a week off from class or work; for others, it has a religious meaning. Others are indifferent to it, and they are wondering why they should even celebrate. What is the meaning behind celebrating Easter? It is happening for other holidays, like Christmas and the Day of the Dead, that the meaning got lost in history, as not everyone is aware of the pagan roots of many Christian celebrations. The purpose of this statement is not to demonize the Christians' belief in any way as it is important to be thoughtful and respectful towards every culture and religion, as a way to better understand and think critically. Intercultural communication is needed, especially nowadays, when it seems like hate speech and xenophobia are dominating and contributing to put people with different cultural backgrounds against each other. This is not needed. What is needed is to find our common ground, to feel connected and to fulfill our need for belonging. We need compassion toward each other and a sense of humanity. But how does all this relate to celebrating holidays?

There is a lot of information about how Easter was born and how the symbolism behind it is rooted in pagan beliefs. About how the Church, when it started to dominate all over Europe, took from Paganism and made it Christian. I started thinking that despite the symbolism is still present nowadays, with eggs and bunnies, the real meaning has been lost. In today's society, people don’t know why they do what they do, they just follow the masses, don’t question much. Maybe to fit in and to follow the family traditions. During paganism in Europe, the situation was different, and people were pushed to celebrate holidays for a reason.
Despite the common symbolism between paganism and Christianity, the difference lies within the community and its connections to the Earth. The reason pagans were celebrating holidays was to celebrate the life, death and rebirth cycle, thanking the Earth for giving them abundance and honoring the natural cycle for allowing the continuation of life. Celebrations fulfilled the community's need to connect and the rhythm of the natural world. No wonder nowadays, whenever individuals are feeling stressed by the unnatural rhythm dictated by society, it is common to desire to escape in nature, leaving the cities behind and finding comfort in a quiet life in the countryside, to reconnect with the rhythm of nature. It has been proven that this benefits the health of the body and mind.

In the past, the pagan festival which inspired the Christian Ester holiday was celebrated during the spring equinox, around the 20th – 21st of March, an important event in nature’s cycle that marks the end of the winter and the dark time. During this time, people gather together and celebrate the renewal of life, the growth and the return of the light. It was a popular festival celebrated in many different traditions within and without Europe. The Celts were celebrating the sabbath of Ostara; meanwhile, in Nordic paganism, it was called Eostre. In ancient Greece, a similar celebration is reflected in the myth of Hades and Persephone, while among the Sumerian, there was the myth of Ishtar and Tammuz. The Egyptians were celebrating the resurrection of Osiris, the goddess of fertility and agriculture. Different populations from different parts of the world with such different cultures share something very deep in common.
In modern times, celebrations of holidays reflect the direction society has taken. Most people ignore the story behind the holiday and the reason it is celebrated. It has a superficial and consumeristic celebration, which reflects the capitalist and individualistic society we are part of. Easter is not celebrated anymore to respect the renewal of nature, the balance of the dark and light, or the fertility of the Earth from which we can start to grow again. For many people, Easter is becoming just a holiday where to rest, to gift chocolate eggs and other kind of present and have family meal. For those who follow religious practices, easter has a religious meaning and often, the origins are ignored, or worse, some religious people make misinformation about the origins because they mistakenly connect paganism to a satanic meaning (forgetting that the figure of Satan comes from the Bible and has nothing to do with paganism).

As a consequence, we are going further and further from our roots and forgetting our history, the form where we truly belong. Now more than ever, we need to come back, respecting the natural cycle and to acknowledge our dependence on the Earth and its natural cycle. We need to care for our connections, not only with the Earth but also within our community. In a society that makes us feel more alone, where relationships are not valued but individualism is, and when the sense of community is getting lost, we need meaningful connections. We need to feel like we have a sense of belonging and that we are not alone during these hard times. Reflecting over the deeper and real meanings can serve as a coping mechanism to better deal with the uncertainty of life, as the reassurances of the cycle of life bring hope and renewal. After the dark, the light comes again and so does life with rebirth after death, in this an eternal cycle that started before we were here and it will going on forever.


If you wish to know more about the topic:
30-minute documentary available on YouTube: “A very pagan Easter”
Book recommendation: A History of Pagan Europe by Prudence J. Jones, Nigel Pennick.

People-watching: a slightly creepy hobby, but totally free. Perfect for us students. I was at a coffee shop the other da...
22/04/2025

People-watching: a slightly creepy hobby, but totally free. Perfect for us students.

I was at a coffee shop the other day. It was a quiet Tuesday, nothing exciting really happened. I sat by the big window, its edges stretching from the floor to the ceiling, offering a perfect view of the street. Thanks to my 4G, or the lack thereof, I was forced to wander my eyes up from the screen and out to the streets of Kristiansand. A few people walked by. People with different clothes, people at different ages and people with different goals. However, all these people had one thing in common. They all had a story. Their very own tiny universe that coexists simultaneously as yours and mine. Out of pure and almost desperate thirst of curiosity, I put on my imaginary spacesuits on top of my mortal-flesh-suite and dived deep into their universe.
My first pit stop was this old woman walking across the street with her girlfriend. To the naked eye she may seem like a normal old lady. Maybe she is someone's grandmother. She probably is, but she was also once a fierce space pirate. She sailed through asteroid fields, danced on the edge of a supernova, and fought countless alien warlords, all this in search for the most precious treasure of them all: love. But, now at the end of her journey, retired from the chaos of space piracy, she had finally found the love she had desperately searched for. It was never in a hidden nebula or a far, far away galaxy. It has always been right beside her. Her dearest best friend. Her trusted co-captain. The one who had stood by her side through all their adventures. She had finally found the truest and purest love of them all. The love of a friendship.
Further down a street a young man stood waiting for the light to turn green. Headphones on and his eyes glued on the screen. You may think he looks like any ordinary student. But as I adjusted the lens on my imaginary space suit, I saw him. I really saw him. He was a time traveller, stuck between two timelines. The past kept replaying in his mind. He was wracking his brain apart, wondering if there is even the tiniest chance to return to where he once belonged. Or should he simply just accept the place he had ended up? Deep down he already knows the answer to his question. He just refuses to let go. He just refuses to move on.
As the light turned green, a little girl and her mother crossed the road passing the time traveller. They walked past each other unaware of the universes within. The girl was skipping, laughing and jumping on the white stripes on the crosswalk. No doubt she is a star-maker. With each laugh she constructed new constellations into existence and with each step she is spreading light to the darkest corners of the galaxy. She has yet to learn the way of this universe. She has yet to learn about the black holes and how they pull the light out of every universe. She has yet to learn about the unseen forces that pull universes closer together, just to launch them out of each other's orbit. Somehow, she knows a change is coming and she is ready for the challenge.
That’s the beauty of people-watching. You are not just seeing - but imagining. Realizing that every stranger that passes you by, has their own story, victories unseen, and heartbreaks unspoken. They carry within them, tiny universe of experiences, a collection of marvelous stars and silent black holes of their own. So my dear fellow curious travellers, I invite you to put on your spacesuit. Look a little closer. Wonder a little more. Because the strange faces passing you by might just be the greatest shooting stars you will ever encounter.

P.S.: I am not a creep. I promise

20/04/2025

Bør bachelor og master studenter få sjansen til å forbedre oppgavene sine?

På slutten av årsskitftet i fjor, skrev Khrono en artikkel om Universitet i Sørøst-Norge. Og deres kontroversielle valg, der de nå lar studenter som allerede har bestått masteroppgaven sende inn en revidert oppgave for å prøve og oppnå en høyere karakter.
Kort oppsummert så har USN gitt studenter en sjanse til å forbedre masteroppgaven sin uten å skrive den på nytt slik som de fleste universiteter i Norge allerede har innført. USN har valgt å innføre dette, for å legge til rette for studentene sine, slik at flere studenter kan oppnå et bedre resultat på masteroppgaven sin uten å skrive hele oppgaven på nytt.
Dette er i forhold til andre universiteter en unik regel å innføre. Da denne artikkelen ble skrevet hadde bare 2 andre universiteter i Norge, universitetet i Stavanger og Nord innført lignende regler. Er du student i Stavanger så har du en sjanse til å søke om mulighet til å forbedre karakteren din. Men da må en skrive hele oppgaven på nytt. Er du student ved Nord, og går studiene Regnskap, revisjon, eller bærekraft, kan du også søke om å få en sjanse til å skrive oppgaven på nytt.
USN er altså unikt i hvordan de vil la studenter forbedre sin tidligere masteroppgave.
Ser vi på kommentar feltet på bunnen av Khrono artikkelen så kan vi lese noen av meningene rundt dette valget. Kommentarene valgt er forkortet og anonymisert.
«Jeg syntes dette er et bra tiltak som bringer masteroppgaven u harmoni med andre eksamener»
«Er ikke dette også urettferdig overfor de som kun bruker ett forsøk og normert tid? Undergraver det ikke karaktersystemet?»
«Tror dette vil bidra til å svekke tillitten til karaktersystemet og omdømmet til USN».
Slik som vi kan se er det ikke en enighet mellom de som har kommentert, noen er enig i at dette er bra for studentene og kan hjelpe dem som trenger det. Mens andre er uenig i USN sitt valg.
Hva tenker du som leser dette om USN sitt valg, er dette noe UiA eller studiet ditt også bør innføre? Har du noen meninger rundt dette selv så vil vi i Unikum gjerne høre din mening.

Brimby Liz LowenbergI don´t know why,Why I love at this time.Now that I am fleeing.and drop all of it behind. I see your...
18/04/2025

Brim
by Liz Lowenberg
I don´t know why,
Why I love at this time.
Now that I am fleeing.
and drop all of it behind.

I see your face in my mind,
I just want to hold you tight,
I know you are probably afraid,
That I am not here to stay.

Why did I sing and dance?
Why did I find someone fun?
That I could laugh at silly stuff,
And I can be myself around.

My orange center feels it,
I know you also sense it.
My spirit will be set free,
Until I kissed those precious lips.

Our eyes speak deeply,
are silly and talk freely,
Your smile and heart transmit,
Something we finally admit.

My eyes just shed tears,
Of all those fancy dreams,
which finally came clear,
Our souls tangled to the brim.

You make me feel safe,
In a be-free kind of space,
Somewhere I can just be me,
Somewhere I don’t want to leave.

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