January 17th. You would have been thirty-five today. I woke up knowing. My body remembered before my mind caught up. There’s a weight to this day that’s different from all the others. Not heavier, exactly. Just different. Like the air itself knows what today means. I’ve been thinking about what birthdays mean when someone is gone. Is it still your day if you’re not here to...
AFMÆLISDAGURINN ÞINN, ÁSTIN
A
Í ÞÖGNINNI
Í
The silence is louder than I ever imagined. It fills every corner of the rooms we once shared, every space where your voice used to echo. I thought I knew what quiet meant, but this—this is different. This is the absence of everything. In the morning, I wake to it first. Before my eyes open, before consciousness fully returns, there’s that split second where I forget. Where the world is...
Ég dreymdi um þig á hverri einustu nóttu.
É
You chose to love meuntil the very last flicker of your light—and now I vow, with all that remains in me,to love you just as endlessly. In the hush between dusk and dawn,you’ve become my quiet companion—my solace among stars, my echo in silence.Thank you for walking beside methrough the delicate corridors of dreams,night after night,where time forgets itselfand memories breathe again. Because in...
Sár sem tíminn neitar að græða
S
Four years have passed, Yet the hole remain
A question mark carved deep inside— A wound that time refuses to close.
Wish I could’ve said goodbye.
The cruelest farewell is the one left unspoken— No chance, no words, nothing.
Just silence. Just absence. Just the weight of everything unsaid.
Tóm þögnarinnar
T
In echoes of a whispered name,A silent void, a haunting claim.Where laughter once did fill the air,Now sorrow’s shadows linger there. A love so deep, a bond so true,A heart now broken, torn in two.The absence feels like heavy weight,A world turned upside down, so late. Remembered smiles, a gentle touch,A love so pure, beyond all such.A guiding light, a steady hand,A love that shaped this...
Förlora
F
It’s strange how quiet everything seems now. The hum of life has turned into an unbearable silence. She was—no, she is—the love of my life. Time itself seems irrelevant since she left. The days blend together, a monochrome swirl of moments where I find myself staring into space, lost in memories. I see her everywhere. Her laughter bouncing off the walls, a ghostly echo that pierces the...
þrír
þ
Oh, it’s already three years on. Thinking of trying to write a lot more.
The story, how it starts,
þokuslæða
þ
Do you ever wonder who you really are?What you do?Where you go?Who you turn to?Who you’re meant to be?I ask myself that all the time,because I don’t know. I don’t know. People don’t understand. Nobody, understands. When you lose someone,you don’t just lose them.You lose yourself. And it can take so longto find yourself again that when you do, You’ve forgotten you were...
Tíma
T
Time rules our lives, Time create possibilities, but time also ends possibilities; it’s infinite. The expression “time is money” isn’t exactly true, time is much more valuable than money. Wealth can be made and lost and made again. But time, once we lost it, we can never get it back. Time is the most valuable thing you have. Spend it wisely, and be grateful to whom...
Syrgja
S
Grief is a journey,
an uncharted path that changes you forever.
It’s filled with questions and uncertainties,
with moments where you feel lost and disconnected.