Friends moving, I've been over there nearly every day and night the past week.
Great people. It's like life moves past me when I'm there.

And God, it's a great feeling :)

Fuck the world ( Read more... )

I've said it I don't know how many times, these past few weeks. I've met so many new people. I wonder why I never visited chatboxes before. People with the same interests who are sort of like me, and people who are my perfect opposites. People who ask questions and make you go "Hey, I never thought about that..." People who inspire you to say wise ( Read more... )

I passed the 100 entries without noticing. This is the 103th. How long have I been writing? The journal was created almost 3 years ago. The first entry is dated "11 Nov 2005". 102 entries and 11 layouts ( Read more... )

I've been doing some reading. Some thinking. Some talking and some soulsearching. Deeper inside myself and I've never been so 'in touch'. Everything is humming.

Another year has passed. I still remember the day I wrote that post with the best moments of the year before. It would almost seem this year never happened. Only the grades scribbled down in my blocknote and the roughed up schooldiary proof the days really did pass ( Read more... )

you’re so poetic when you’re sad
so tiring when you cry

play with me, play with me
don’t tell me how it feels
don’t let it be for real
don’t tell me how you feelIf I can't see you, you can't see me. It's that simple. If I say it's all a dream, I'll wake up one day. If I forget days or weeks or months, they just never existed. If I don't hear ( Read more... )

getijden

tijd en tij hebben
zich (tegen mij) gekeerd;

mijn scherpe geest en
sterke logica verstompen en
verzwakken en ik wankel,
struikel; val verdwaasd verloren

tijd en tij hebben
mij nooit vergeven en

mijn dalen diepen verder
uit en toppen vlakken
langzaam af; niets is
meer wat het was

(so yeah... I do poetry, now and then.)

It still surprises me - how quick I can lose touch. How everything can feel foreign, suddenly. How I can feel the ground give way beneath my feet ( Read more... )

The Human Condition. The general state of being. Everything we feel, always. We are never certain. We can never be sure, because we can never be in control. It's confusion. I'm telling you the secrets of the Universe here - are you listening? The Human Condition is confusion ( Read more... )