The FoolGuess I’m the fool, Being played like a fiddle believing its made of gold. Thinking I found the person that I do want to hold but never…May 12May 12
DepreThere are many different stages of grief in my life, Recycling and rehashing like a bad flowchart. Wading and struggling through the…Nov 1, 2023Nov 1, 2023
Castles in the SkyI dream of castles lifted in the air by sheer imagination. Their halls will be filled with fantastical flair and wonderful machinations…Nov 27, 20211Nov 27, 20211
Pourquoi pas?Dans mon existence, compte 26 ans, Il n’a plus des vérités seulement da la confiènce.Nov 4, 2021Nov 4, 2021
Taal der KunstDe kunstenaar spreekt in eigen taal, met persoonlijke accenten, intonaties. Ieders eigen dialect en vorm verbaal, door penseel…Jan 11, 2021Jan 11, 2021
Stille GravenHet regent op stille graven. Het mos groeit over de gebeitelde namen van mensen die het nieuws niet haalden.Jan 8, 2021Jan 8, 2021
Waving through a WindowThe window was open, after all these years. The weeks, months, even years I spent observing you through it, suddenly made way for a cool…Sep 30, 2020Sep 30, 2020
HermanHello, hello! My first goodbye. Tis not that you are the first to depart but rather the first with whom a piece of them has remained…Aug 5, 2020Aug 5, 2020
Just You and MeLive with me another life for how could one suffice when there is still so much to discover of your hidden depths and simple pleasures.Jan 10, 2020Jan 10, 2020
