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Strangers…

    Waking up in a new city is a great feeling. No matter how late I go to bed, or how bad the jetlag is, when I am in a brand new place, I always wake up really early the first morning. Just to listen to the neighbourhood starting the day. It is by…… Continue reading Strangers…

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Home.

  Home is a strange concept for me. Most people need to return to their house to feel ”home”. Most people have a place where they feel grounded. I never had roots, I don’t feel any attachment to a certain place. I often got sorry looks when I tried to explain my rootlessness. I don’t…… Continue reading Home.

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Volatile…

You build a cage, a crochet razorblade barbwire tight web… Your spider legs waltzing on the intricate maze. Not listening to the sun rising… Setting… Rising again over the crimson horizon. You weld, stitching hermetic steel blankets around your weakened heart… Monochromic FabergĂ© egg holding sore unspoken words. You peek one last time, fake one…… Continue reading Volatile…

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Tick tock…

Tick tock… Time stops stretching, leaning against the dark wooden grandfather clock. All blinds shut and locked. Fever claws running down her spine, cold sweats washing the last remnants of life off her back. Crouching, patiently peeling off the masks, not too sure what her face even looks like anymore. It could be a sad…… Continue reading Tick tock…

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In between…

  A constant hum, the steady and subtle vibration rocks me in some kind of half-sleepiness… Not quite awake, yet not knocked down by the long hours spent getting ready for this, I float in between waters. I wish counsciousness would go for a walk down the aisle, and give me a much needed break.…… Continue reading In between…

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One way ticket…

  The engines are finally roaring as I tilt my head towards the oval window. I haven’t even taken my coat off. My seat neighbour offered to scooch away, to let me make myself comfortable, but I declined the kind thought. I always end up freezing when I fly, and I know I sleep better…… Continue reading One way ticket…

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The second floor window…

  I should have known. I should have known from the start something like this would happen. Just typical of me, wouldn’t you say? But who am I kidding, and how could you know? You don’t even have a clue about who I am… You probably haven’t even noticed me yet. Or maybe you have.…… Continue reading The second floor window…