Sometimes, things seem forever at the moment. A feeling been stuck for ages. A belligerent desire to write mourning poems. But there is no agry or disgrace. Maybe some empty emotions hidden in a hollow chest, which first contained a blooming heart. She admits she has to grow to love.


You know, you don't have to think you'll never find ...

I know, but maybe I want to ...

Why?

Maybe love is not real. Maybe love is not about sharing a life inflamed with passion, swansongs in bright moonlights, untold lips touching each other, silk memories, dreams in sparkling eyes, wildflower nights, paintbrushed thoughts, ...

...

Maybe love is a restless romance between tortured souls ...

Note to self: Me! Must! Go! To! Dranouter!

Reason: SCOTT MATTHEWS

(al is ie zelf precies ook nog niet zeker dat ie komt)

When listening to Naval by Yann Tiersen, I'm drowning in a whirlwind of dreams and despair. My eyes cover them self with blue spangled tears, blurring my sight and reality.

A bright light woke me up today. A daylight burning splendid through stained glass windows. A June light I never saw before. A honey sky I thought only appearing ineffable in my dreams. I'm entangled in a deluge of reverie, hearing whispers of my own soothing mind. I'm ascending in fragments and trying to gather all my heartpieces back together.

Reverie

At the mountain, he is sitting on the edge. There where he fell in love with the grand view. With trembling hands and a dazzled row of bright memories. The wind whispers of soft spring, raspberry skies and cloud symphonies. Can he hide in this poem of nature? Can he taste the eternal love of silence he is chasing? The wind murmurs. The water deep down is flowing in effulgance. He discovered that the world full of life is lonely. A stillness in its heart. Living a birdcaged life. He wanders about an endeavour to live a dreamer's life.

Okee. Eerlijk toegegeven heb ik soms wel spijt dat ik mijn studie van Toegepaste Taalkunde heb stopgezet. Op dat moment ging het gewoon echt niet anders. Maar naar de toekomst gericht ... mja ... kansen kwijt op wat ik degelijk wilde bereiken met die studie.

But it is what it is. L.i.f.e.g.o.e.s.o.n

L.i.f.e.g.o.e.s.o.n
What you don't have now will come back again
You've got heart and you're going your own way.

Bewaar het in stilte.