Supermarket car park

Today, I “had to” write.

I was tempted to keep going on my enamoured and broken heart. But I was uninspired and on the edge of getting bored.

Then, for lack of love, I tried to write the war. To change it into poetry to share my helplessness. But my words lacked power and were not worthy of the haunted horror. … More Supermarket car park

Heimat

A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. The place you come from. The place which feels like home. The place where you belong and belongs to you in return. … More Heimat

Burning heart hour

For a few weeks, I woke up every time at the exact same hour. 3 am. To start a nice two hours insomnia. Yet, I am not the kind to wake up in the middle of the night. I am more of a before falling asleep insomniac. When I looked for the meaning of that specific time of the night, between 3 and 5 am, I learned it was sadness and grief hour. Then, I was sad indeed and definitely getting ready for my next symbolic grief. … More Burning heart hour

Love Parade

Tonight, I am going to the most important date of my whole lover’s carreer (to this day). I am going to the date of the unknown: I don’t known if it is a new beginning or an end. I have thought about my outfit for days and days to find the perfect fit, the perfect mix of chill and sexy. … More Love Parade