Birds.

Oct 26

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All my windows are broken, but I can stand on glass all day long.

Oct 25

And I’m stuck up in this storm like a little girl hurt by the big bad world. I’m boarding up the windows. Until the next time the wind blows, because that sneaky tornado has a funny way of drawing me straight back into the gale.

If I could only find a note to make you understand, I’d sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hands. The noise in my head, the curse of the talented, strong communicator – vagabond.

That’s alright because I like the way it hurts.

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Ideas pull the trigger, but instinct loads the gun.

Oct 22

Don’t be fooled by your emptiness, there’s so much room for more happiness.
I still believe that I’d rather die having felt it all, than nothing at all. Almost all days, I feel at some point(s) that I’d pay anything for an hour of calm. And without question – all days, I would also pay anything for another hour, minute, breath, of passion. All I can do is trust my quickly beating heart. Sometimes it leads me to take shaky, doubtful steps. But in retrospect, even when wrong directions were taken…something ticking away inside was always right. Even when I ignored those strange but unforgettable gut feelings, something was right. Confidence is key I suppose.

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Set me free.

Oct 20

There are few things that set me free these days. I have always been a bird, flying in and out of cages screaming and smashing myself into wires until I could fly fast towards something else.Take it! Someone just take all this STUFF that I have to give, please!

Does anyone feel like going to Kenya with me? I’m just in the mood.

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Here come’s the sun, here comes the rain, standing in the eye of the Hurricane.

Oct 15

Random Monday night find after a challenging day. Lovely.

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