Through my Eyes
Ramon VImberg
12/17/2023
Ramon VImberg
12/17/2023
Ramon Vimberg is a 22 year old man who has lived in Norway most of his life, but was born in Estonia. Even after 14 years he still identifies strongest with his Estonian heritage. Throughout his life he has moved around constantly, which has given him a magnitude of experiences with different people and different locations.
Traits he has been described by:
Spontaneous - He always seeks new experiences, and his friends are always invited along. Whether it's out-of-the-blue trips, activities or dinner-parties, you can count on invitations if you are close to him.
Conversationist-
Whether it is a rant about something that happened during the week, questions about relationships, or the meaning of life, he is always ready to engage. You can count on him to talk your ear off and give you the chance to talk off his.
Expressive - If you see hands flailing about during a conversation you know that it is Ramon. Whether it is through dance, debate or a small tantrum, he is not afraid to express himself across different platforms.
He studies at the University of Oslo in the field of Psychology. But on his exchange in Akita (Japan), he has had the opportunity to explore more of his creative side through Creative Writing and other Liberal Art subjects.
His mostly writes about his personal experiences and lets them shine through in his poetry as well. He is most comfortable in writing short stories as it gives him more wiggle room than poetry, but he experiments with this style as well.
-T.S. Elliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems
A LIFE OF MOVEMENT
Tallinn, Estonia - Age 0-7
Aremark, Norway - Age 8-10
Larkollen, Norway - Age 11-13
Moss, Norway - Age 14-19
Tallinn, Estonia - 19-20
Oslo, Norway - Age 20 - Present
Green boys, in Green colors, in the Green forest.
The sound of mosquitos gathered around every camouflaged tarp in this small swampy gorge, add up to a wall of sound resembling a symphonic orchestra.
They surround the sleeping bag that insulates him from the cold, landing on the mosquito-net covering the opening, where his face looks out towards the twilight. He counts the proboscis trunks the insects are sticking through the holes in the net, desperately trying to reach his humid skin as the first sunrays lick the humid forest around him.
" Not much time left, not at all." he whispers to himself.
The last stretch, and he will be a free man once again.
The Loss of You
Silent raindrops flowed from the cheeks of the forest trees.
In the mist one cannot see the way forward nor can one go back.
The mossy ground yearning for the sunshine bringing with it the feeling of being alive.
Once the mist rises, the sun is not in sight, but the memory of it remains.
Locked in place, yearning is all the forest floor can do,
But this will not bring the sun, only an unfulfilled craving.
A feeling forever insatiable as the fog again befalls the forest,
In darkness nothing avails the treachery,
as the feeling of love and light is drained from the radicle of all that feels alive.
The Hare
His breath heaves as he hurls himself along the forest floor. Shouts behind him by the other boys, tears soak his cheeks. He finally stops knowing he cannot run further. The boys gather around with sticks in their hands poking them towards him. All he can do to keep them away is to blindly swing his ski pole, nearly catching the face of one of the boys. They are scared now, but not in the way he is, eyes wild with tears and anger, his fuse finally burned out, waiting for help from anyone that passes by.
Mother
A path of green and gold spreads under the toes of a goddess.
Her eyes brown, traced with a shimmer, like the twisting bark of the trees around her.
She smiles as she sees a small creature crawling in front of her feet, miniscule legs on a tiny body.
Only she could create something like that.
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