Idas spoken words

Ida, vårt äldsta barnbarn ”skrev en liten dikt på vägen till skolan i morse 05.30″ (hennes egna ord). Och skickade den på Messanger till sin mormor Skatan. Hon läser till läkare på Karolinska och är i slutet av utbildningen och tentar och har klinisk praktik eller var det heter och jobbar stenhårt. Skatan kunde inte låta bli att skriva av den och dela den med er. Skatan önskar att någon kunde sätta musik till den. Den har sånt beat … en rap kanske?

Ida fortsatte, när Skatan frågade om hon fick dela den, ” Det liksom bara bubblade upp där på pendeltåget Du får göra vad du vill med den. … Det är mer ”spoken word” tror jag.” Så …

"I used to feel so 
alive, so pumped
of ecstatic 
energy, ready to 
explode 

At someones 
house, dancing in
a dark misty room 
filled with people, 
some that I knew,
some that I didn't. 
Kiss me, touch 
my hair, feel my 
heart beat beat 
beats, lets do 
shot, shot, shots, 
laughing, spin 
spin spinning, 
high on oxytocin 
from all the naked 
skins touching 
mine 

Falling in love, 
falling out of love, 
breaking apart, 
building my self 
up, giving my 
heart away again 
again again. 

I could be 
whoever, I didn´t 
know me, and so I 
could be 
whoever. 
I could be the 
hippie girl, the 
rock girl, the 
happy one, the 
sexy one, the 
deep one, i could 
be whoever you 
wanted me to be 
baby 
It was acting, but 
at least I got the 
part 

In the forest, 
soaking up 
mother nature, 
breathing, oxy 
oxy oxygen. 
In the silence I 
found myself, 
again again again. 

Running over the 
plain fields, faster 
faster faster, just 
for the freedom of 
running over plain 
fields of grass 

At the horseback, 
the rhythm of 
rightness, we 
were one, 
approaching a 
fence, adrenaline 
adrenaline 
adrenaline, focus 
jump, relief, 
alive, 
next 

Like every moment 
was more, just more. 
The future wide 
open, maybe that 
was it. 

Like every 
moment was 
more, just more. 
The future wide open, 
maybe that was it. 

I know this is 
nostalgia, I know."