At the moment, life — or a higher power, the divine — is throwing me into situations I never planned on handling right now. It’s making me accept help without being able to give anything in return. It‘s making me weak on purpose. Mostly physically, but slowly mentally as well.
Alright, let’s talk about love for a little bit. But don’t expect me to stay on the main road. This will most likely, knowing myself, get messy. I’ll be taking shortcuts, bypasses and service roads…
Seems like I’m entering my soft era — not just in my mind, but in my body, too. And it feels entirely new to me. I grew up in an environment where crying…
Don’t make me stop. Don’t make me sit. Don’t make me stand still. I don’t want my thoughts catching up with me. I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to work through the mess of emotions buried underneath…
Please excuse me — but this time, all I have are questions. Sometimes that’s all there is in my head. One question leads to another and another and another…
If you come into my home, you’ll usually see all doors closed. Because as children, we were told to always close the doors — otherwise the warmth would leave the room. Leave the house..
It is said the first step is always the hardest. And I agree with that.
But once I have the courage and strength to push the first domino in some direction (I’ll figure out later if it was the right one or not), there’s no stopping the motion..