Samnýtt hljóð

Someday soon, he used to tell himself, things would change. Back then, life was just pressure. Being a man came too early for him — no time to relax, no one to lean on. Every day felt like a test he didn’t study for. There were moments he looked around and realized he had nothing… nothing but dream…

Someday soon, he used to tell himself, things would change. Back then, life was just pressure. Being a man came too early for him — no time to relax, no one to lean on. Every day felt like a test he didn’t study for. There were moments he looked around and realized he had nothing… nothing but dreams and a stubborn belief that refused to die. On some nights, he would look up at the sky and ask for a sign. Just one sign to prove he wasn’t wasting his time chasing something that might never come.