Årets festival är över.
Det har varit stekande sol, iskalla nätter, matförgiförgiftning och Nordman mitt i natten.
Det var naken twister och allting händer fem över fem.
Vi hade allsång och kampsång. Där var dagar som vi flydde skuggan och andra där vi kämpade om den lilla som fanns.
Alkoholen flödade och skratten klingade tills vi inte längre orkade andas.
Vi spelade kubb med det som fanns till hands och poserade för fotografer
Där fanns en pojke som värmde mig under de kyliga nätterna och som trött och bakis stapplade genom högar av tomburkar för att ge mig en godmorgon kyss.
Och en annan som kallad mig det vackraste han sett medans vid dansade till tonerna av något band jag aldrig hört.
Det var allt som en festival borde vara helt enkelt

"Why do you look so sad at night"
"What?"
"When you lean out your window at night, when you smoke, why do you always look so sad?"
"The street light turns them pink at night."
"What?"
"the flowers"
" you mean the big yellow ones outside your bedroom window?"
"Yes. And when I see them against the stars In the sky, it feels like I'm in an other world. A dreamscape. A hole other planet where there's just this tree, covered in pink peddles and there's just stars all around me. It's a beautiful lonely dream. All alone. Total peace.
But the longer a look, they start to turn back. To yellow i mean. And that's beautiful to but it's not... It's not my dream. And that's why I'm sad. Because the longer I try to hold on to my dream, the more I see it drift away. Until I'm back in this world again. Starring out my bedroom window trying to hold on to something that doesn't even exist. It's just so sad you know?"
"Well your eyes get used to the dark I guess. It's not worth getting upset over tho is it? I mean, it's just flowers."
"It's not just flowers. It's my escape. My own dream. How would you feel if every night you cold see something wonderful, something that you dream about and every night, you have to see it slowly slip away?"
"Probably pretty depressed..."
"I dream of things that doesn't exist. And even tho it's not real, it slips away every night. That's why I'm sad"