I just read new theories about love. About departing and returning loves. Some I like more than others. But that is not the point. Or a bit. Since one of them I really liked. The Kintsugi Heart concept… … More My Kintsugi Heart
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
Three weeks ago, I got kicked off as I was horse-ridding, and I sprained my ankle. Before falling, should I clarify. My foot made a cracking sound in my stirrup as I was trying to stay on the bloody horse… I limped for two days ans I was back on track. Except for little pains and less mobility. This week, I then got an X-ray, and an MRI. To confirm. … More Even my sprains are complicated!
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
With certain persons you are torn apart. It feels like each part of your body lived its own life. Like each organ stepped outside. Take the heart for instance. This romantic piece of flesh which has been crowned prince of love. … More With certain persons you are torn apart…
To travel To be traveled by one another As you would travel the world As you would be traveled by the world To reinvent your own heart’s geography As you meet someone As you discover yourself … More Love is an adventure
Tonight, I don’t recognize myself. Who is the stranger looking at me in the mirror? Is she me? I am not sure I am part of her body anymore… Yet, this body I am living in can’t be denied anymore. I am not allowed to ignore it, my body is more and more present by the minute. I feel like I am exploring new organs, new members, I am pierced by extreme feelings. … More The Looking Glass
A foreign word. Untranslatable but familiar. So typical. Of what she feels. What she is. What she wants.
That desire of being anywhere else. … More Wanderlust
A sparkle is springingflame of lifestrength of everythingstrongly burning inside youfrom youlike a power coming from nowhereto go where you can know yetIt’s like a promise for tomorrowa promise for nowfull of enthusiasm and dreams of foolishness and truths not quite risen to consciousness You disrupts insideimpatient and wildconfident and informed in order to only … More Blossom
Day ButterflyShe flutters by from one idea to anotherFickleImpatientHopping stepsHopping thoughtsNever certainShe doesn’t careBecauseWhateverAfterallLife is only a playA role playA funny playNight ButterflyShe flutters byOne lover to anotherUnfaithfulUnperfectShe is looking for her mirrorShe is looking for her reflectionShe bonds but never loosens upShe bonds but never opens upWhat’s the pointin the endLife is only a … More Elusive
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 