Pysk

If you're a passionate writer, you know how it is, to be surround by roaring words, to be trapped in front of a screen, to write and write, without looking up, without realizing how the time rushes, how it's getting dark and darker, and then bright again. How it is, when nothing else in the world seems so important, like finding the right words, to paint a feeling, to write a picture, to formulate a sentence so loud or so quiet, that it stands out between the lines, that it belongs there, where it wants to stay. How it is, to tell about hope, without sounding like past loves, to describe a sunset without the colours orange and red, to l