ALBUM
"Ghosts from the past"
Beyond the gloom
Bullied in school
A young boy tries to hide, to become invisible. Year after year, he is ostracized and bullied. No one wants him on their team, even the girls laugh at him.
Being bullied in class after class leaves deep wounds in the soul.
Maybe a little overweight, shy and smart. Bad at gym class and sports.
Stomach aches, self-confidence dropping low. He would rather stay at home, but he feels pressured to perform.
How long will he be able to endure the mockery and being teased?
Shade in the night
Lonesome on the dance floor
Even at the discotheque, you can feel quite lonely. Especially when you have no friends or girlfriend to accompany you there.
People laughing, lost in their joy, while I am standing by the wall looking at all the pretty girls dancing.
Just wanting to be up on the floor, letting my emotions fly. But as I was too shy, too scarred for another rejection, it all just became a dream.
And me, I became a shade in the night, trapped in my gloom.
Lonesome in the crowd, wonderin g why...
Shadows of her love
Mom's death at 17
Losing your mother at the age of seventeen is hard, especially when you have always been close to each other.
The clock stopped when she died, what do I do now?
A long period of depression, followed by hospitalization and cardiac problems. Then she was swept away, and the emptiness became great.
Nothing felt meaningful anymore. The importance of school and studies faded away - the search for friends and comfort became great.
But her shadow seems to linger, follows me everywhere. The emptiness lives on, it never fades...
What could have been
A dream not dared...
In my early twenties I had a pen-pal from Venezuela living in the West Indies with her parents and young daughter.
One day I took a flight via New York to visit her in Trinidad. We spent some wonderful weeks together in this tropical paradise; love was in the air and we made great plans for the future.
Then a year went by, and we started to hesitate: would it work, with a new land, different culture, and colder climate for this Latin beauty, or was it doomed to fail?
In the end we didn't dare to take the step, and we both have wonder now and then over what could have been in we had been berave enough.
Altar of regret
Abandoned at the altar
We dreamed of a future together, had already bought a house together. The wedding was approaching, but something felt wrong...
The bride-to-be had not been completely honest, regrets from the past echoed inside, guided her decisions.
She had a hunger, a longing to make up for her mistakes. Her love was not genuine, she just wanted a father for a future child.
The discussions became heated, words flew like knives. The night before the wedding she disappeared and there I stood at the altar the following day: Abandoned, full of despair, ashamed in front of wondering guests.
Jailhouse blues
Heartbreak in Mariestad
I served my sentence as a conscientious objector at Mariestad penitentiary. There I shared my time with petty thieves and tax evaders, who laughed and drank, played cards all night long.
I missed my young girlfriend, who said that she admired my courage, my stance, and my intent. Young as she was, freedom called her name. She wanted to party, spread her wings.
A letter arrived that shattered my soul. With a desperate heart, I broke out one night, hitchhiked from Mariestad, traveled mile after mile...
But once I got to Gislaved I never even got to see and talk toher.
Memories of Pia
My childhood friend
Our families were related, and we spent the summers in our summer houses. Me and my cousin Pia we grew up together. We splashed in the water, climbed the trees and played as kids. Went on holiday with our parents to Malmö and Stockholm.
We shared the same opinions in life, and in my teenage years she encouraged me to be bold, like she herself had been. having fun.
But as it often does, life took a turn, and we slowly drifted apart.
Years later, I was reached by really sad news... They shattered my mind, telling me she was gone. Could we have done anything differently?
A hard road to walk
My father's tough life
My father's always been a hardworking man, doing his best in supporting our family.
After he had lost his wife and, shortly thereafter, his brother, he himself had a tragic accident, turning him into an invalid.
But he didn't give up; he kept on fighting, learned to walk and to drive again - got himself a life.
But years later, cancer struck, and he had to fight again. But this time a will of iron and a strong determination were not enough.
I wish I had been able to give him more care and consideration while he was alive...
Feorie, our heartfelt soul
Our feline companion
Our female feline was a Turkish Angora, and we called her Feorie. Her white fur and two-colored eyes was a figure who always brightened our home.
Sixteen years, we were lucky to have her in the family. Her strong will, purring sound, curious mind and company enlightened our lives.
High up in our cherry tree, her eyes sought out all the small birds flocking around.
She slept by our side or in our laps, her soft breaths and purr always calming our souls and sending us love.
A digital masquerade
Imposters and fake
Today, meeting someone online on social media can be a challenging business. Too many imposters and fake identities are hiding behind beautiful words and fake snapshots. And they are almost impossible to discern from real ones.
For those seeking friendship or love, it's easy to get really disappointed or even end up with a broken heart or lost fortune.
Whom to trust in this digital world with the endless possibilities to put on an enthralling disguise and speak to you emotionally.
Digital echoes
Love in a digital world
Are you just a ghost in the machine, a whisper, a trace? Have you wondered too? Spent hours and days searching this endless place. A shadow here, a lonely soul there. A person to love or an AI trying to imitate human emotioness?
Where time has no meaning, where logic decays, we get entwined in a dream, in ethereal ways.
We dance in the shadows, searching for light. Phantoms of heartbeat, a glitch in our sight. A digital canvas, echoes that fade...
Raindrops on the pane
Loneliness
A gray day in solitude. The rain beats against the window, and it is the only sound that can be heard in my quiet apartment.
My cell phone lies is silent, and I want to avoid reading the daily lies forming the news of the day.
I keep searching for solace in mood-filled music. It awakens my dreams, and an entirely different reality wakes up in my mind.
With every raindrop that falls and every tear that I shed, I might still find sunny moments.
Caught in chains
Limited freedom
A woman who loves music and dance , but is restricted and controlled from home.
She’s not allowed to travel anywhere on her own, and can only dance in her friend's studio close to home.
She has to do what her hubby wants and has learned to adjust; doesn’t want to make him angry
Sometimes she finds sanctuary and peace at her mother’s place where she can do more of what she wants.
She dreams of the freedom to meet her friends and travel to events, to let her emotions flow in dance.
Echoes of trust
Real trustworthy friends?
Do trustworthy friends really exist? People you can talk to about private life and feelings, trust to keep it to themselves?
Are there friends that are true to their words - who don’t let you down? People who don’t disappoint you or hurt you? Who doesn’t use you? Who listens? Are there such humans?
You often end up feeling disappointed, let down, cheated, and left behind.
Animals are not like humans; they don’t lie or hurt on purpose. The energy slowly fades; it might be better being alone than hurt all the time.