I always wanted to be good at music. To be able to sing, carry a tune, play an intricate melody, to move someone with an expression without comparison. Music is a faster route to emotions than any other art. And…
Category: Me time
Persistently pushing my shopping cart forward …
It’s been a strange week. Strange decade. Nothing new, nothing old. Just that familiar oddity of something missing. Like the inverse of a stone in my shoe, it wears me down. Slowly. Hello again, old friend. How’ve you been? I’m…
…and you’d better hold on tight, ’cause I like the sense of falling…
It materialises out of nowhere. For me, briefly in the beat of a particular song. Like the faintest scent fluttering in the air, it reminds me of who I am beneath all the covers: the unique vibration of my soul.…
Confessions of a self
On occasion, I gorge on my own writing. Like a bulimic, I stuff my face with the oversweet cupcakes and madman whiskey shots filling my post archive. In lonely moments, I can spend hours reading and rereading my old posts…
When there is nothing left to say
Curt Cobain supposedly said it is better to burn out than to slowly fade away. I was never really a fan of Nirvana in the times they were famous. Either I was too young to “get it” or still too…
Temporal consequences
A new year began accompanied by the exploding sound of fireworks and drunken teenagers. Yet as the new day shows its face, it is a rainy grey that defines the new year’s first heartbeats. Is this what the year has…
While days are passing by, and swallows each moment whole
Large parts of my life were defined by such uncontrollable emotional chaos and impenetrable darkness. The desperate pursuit of unreachable goals, living in the shadow of the highest of expectations, vivid imagination beyond reality, the constant search for that missing…
Arma Karma Caramel
Supposedly, a mouse will rip off its own leg to break free from a trap and a frog will cook to death in a pot of water put to boil. Humans, desperate to dominate in all things, seem to do…
Slowly lowly
It creeps up on you. The uncertainty in the stability. The discomfort in the comfort. Not quite downfall, but downhill. At some point, you feel pretty good, high in spirits, on top of things. Opportunties feels like certainties. Novelty is…
As the stations swish by
I’ve probably been on hundreds of trains. Going from one destination, to another, to nowhere in particular. Some rides I remember quite clearly and it is with picture-perfect precision that I can form the people there, the train station and…