Waiting for.. whatever?

About a month ago I submitted 5 of my poems, written in Swedish in between 2012 and 2017, to two different magazines in Sweden. A cocky move, a bold move, a move that I've been dreading to take for a long time but that I finally pushed myself to do.

Poetry is so damn personal to me and even though it may seem paradoxical due to the amount that I'm sharing on this blog, I rarely let anyone read it nor do I share it with others. Keyboard-warrior-poet much? Maybe.

I tend to write in various moments, in various moods and places but almost always by myself. I find solace in it, I find a certain sense of self realization and a deeper understanding of myself and my thought patterns through it. I know it sounds like a pseudo-therapeutic mumbojumbo, but I like it, and I believe I reveal a part of me in everything I write.

And now, I'm eagerly waiting for responses on whether or not any one of the two would actually consider my work, ultimately a part of myself, worthy of publishing.

I haven't heard anything for more than a month and they both told me that the "grace period" was 3 months. I'm biting my nails and chewing my hair - it's not the prettiest sight, but what's a guy to do? 

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