Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
Empty Space
How can a crowded place feel so empty?
Even during Rush Hour it's like everything is standing still.
Sometimes it feels like my head is an empty space.
Where nothing happens, even silence during Rush Hour.
But when I start talking, thoughts start rolling out.
Talking fills up the spaces and I'm not even that big of a talker.
Maybe the emptiness is a strong thing for me.
Those are the places to explore or the things I allready know.
It's funny what writing can do with me. Getting my inner out.
Getting to know myself better, with every ink spill.
The emptiness is filled for a second while I write.
It flows out again a second after with my pen touching this paper.
There is so much more in me. That I myself haven't even discovered.
There is a treasure hunt yet to go on every day.
Sometimes I feel like this painting, with invisible content.
Only I haven't come across the artist yet... Can we meet soon?
Even during Rush Hour it's like everything is standing still.
Sometimes it feels like my head is an empty space.
Where nothing happens, even silence during Rush Hour. But when I start talking, thoughts start rolling out.
Talking fills up the spaces and I'm not even that big of a talker.
Maybe the emptiness is a strong thing for me.
Those are the places to explore or the things I allready know.
It's funny what writing can do with me. Getting my inner out.
Getting to know myself better, with every ink spill.
The emptiness is filled for a second while I write.
It flows out again a second after with my pen touching this paper.
There is so much more in me. That I myself haven't even discovered.
There is a treasure hunt yet to go on every day.
Sometimes I feel like this painting, with invisible content.
Only I haven't come across the artist yet... Can we meet soon?
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
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