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Why am I doing this?
Not only am I asking myself that question when I cycle up a mountain before breakfast, but also when landscapes around me are just to beautiful to grasp or when I am too exhausted to think, when strangers are kind and when I feel lost and alone. Why am I doing this? Why am I…
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Struck by lightning, almost.
Inner seconds I am drenched wet, barely I had the time to put the phone in my pocket. Thunder and lightning. “Hopefully they wont pass right where I am, how was it again you calculate how far the lightning is from where you stand?” Needless to remember as the lightning goes down right in front…
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Do you choose Love or Destruction?
I am done. Not out of love nor forgiveness. Just because I am sick of filling my head with other peoples crap. Stubbornness. Maybe that’s the way I have to take it. In the end, that is, what brought me so far in life. Stubbornness for everyone who told me it wouldn’t work, everyone that…
kesityu. 