Notebooks whisper secrets in ink I no longer trust.

-Stian Glatthard (2024)

I finish a sentence that’s taken me years to start.

-Stian Glatthard (2025)

Empty cups crave the rain.

-Stian Glatthard (2024)

The pen moves, but I’m not sure who’s writing.

-Stian Glatthard (2024)

The clocks race, yet we stand still.

-Stian Glatthard (2024)

Cuts of thought, pages, notes, a hundred cries folded into silence.

-Stian Glatthard (2024)

I drink slowly, like water might teach me how to feel again.

-Stian Glatthard (2025)

The future holds answers to questions we have not yet learned to ask.

-Stian Glatthard (2021)