Roses

In my room there is a glass vase with dead roses in it. Even though the drought caught them and turned their colour darker, they’re still beautiful to me. I won’t touch the petals, because I know they’ll crack. So I adore them at a distance, I let them be still and look sad. The … Continue reading Roses

Sentimental Sunday

This was not a good idea. Singing, writing, recording and listening back to some old songs. Too much feelings, too much emotions caught in fragile melodies and honest words. Some songs were buried, among with their memories of people, used to be’s and old feelings. Listening back takes me back, to that exact time and … Continue reading Sentimental Sunday

A Note To Myself

Lately I’ve been wondering, I’ve been figuring out. How to live, how to breathe, how to tame this fire inside of me. I’ve been everywhere, yet nowhere, I’ve been happy and I’ve been sad. I’ve been searching for answers and I found some of them in my own head. They say practice makes perfect, but … Continue reading A Note To Myself

Why I Write

People ask me a lot about the reasons why I write. For me writing is a kind of detoxification. Puryfying my soul from toxic thoughts, haunting memories and a lingering stream of conscious and unconscious ideas, concepts or fantasies. I write to clear my mind, to find a safe harbour in a dazzling thunderstorm while … Continue reading Why I Write

Friday, Cryday

Everything in my life feels wrong lately. Right now I’m sitting in a cafe, on my own. I just had a meal and some coffee. Sitting here thinking, watching the world outside the window functioning in a normal way, while at the same time I am falling apart, again. Nothing is the same, everything is … Continue reading Friday, Cryday

Lost in June

I’m trying to find comfort in the uncomfortable I don’t feel at home anymore in my own home I sleep with my eyes open wide Wake up everytime, in the middle of the night Days are passing by, each day faster than the last Working days are exhausting, but they will all be past Try … Continue reading Lost in June

Light and Dark

I feel like I’m more than one person, but not in a schizophrenic kind of way. I am just constantly switching between two versions of myself. One version of me is light. She loves life, she’s spontaneous and assertive, open-minded and hopeful. She believes in herself, recognizes her talents and loves the people that are a … Continue reading Light and Dark

April 30th ‘18

It feels odd, being back home again. The contrast between London and the place I grew up in is huge. Life is so safe here, so simple, so quiet. It might sound strange, but I miss the busy streets, the strangers, the feeling of being anonymous. I’m not saying that I like to feel lonely, … Continue reading April 30th ‘18