With the simple touch of play, I am transported. Back to the rainy streets of Heemstede, riding my bike over canals, lost in a language I can hardly comprehend. Falling asleep on busses and trains, passing through bordertowns with castles resting in the side of mountains. Dancing, skipping, gliding through the streets of Amsterdam. I … Continue reading Travel Playlist
Let me be anywhere, but here, for over there has to be better then here. Mercury wishes he could be as big as Jupiter, yet Jupiter longs to be as bright as Venus, but neither know that Venus gets lonely without a moon by her side. Even the rings of Saturn feel like they could … Continue reading Let Me Be Anywhere But Here
You were the sun, and I was the moon. Nothing revolved around me, but everything revolved around you. Complete opposites, yet a common force kept us around. I attracted to it, it attracted to you. Orbiting the same space but in completely different places, always waiting for an eclipse to grasp at just a moment. … Continue reading An Affair
Everything is the same, yet different. Every morning I wake up, and drink coffee. Decide what I'll do today. Some days I stay inside, and think about life: Where I want to go, who I'd like to be, who I am already. It's not like the movies, where there's a clear path, a story arc, … Continue reading Not like the Movies
In The Netherlands: my roots tugged at my feet to stay grounded and explore the ancestry of my past, but the wings of my heart pulled me above telling me that there was more to see in the world. In Munich: I fell into a pit of despair unable to find the light to guide … Continue reading 2 Months Abroad
What happened to falling together? You promised we'd land in a sea of clouds if we jumped together. Why didn't you let me know, that you had let go? Straight through the clouds I fell alone, and right into a forest of daggers aiming for my heart.
You still have this hold over me. Like an anchor tied to my foot, I can feel a tug between you and me. No matter how many miles I put between us this physical pull still makes me want to punch a wall when you act distant. This mental attachment that keeps me fantasizing about … Continue reading Anchor