Tag Archive: Sadness

What my heart knows

Late night reflections, like so many times before. I have an 8 year long archive to prove it, and sometimes I amuse myself with looking at where I was this exact day a… Continue reading

Sleepless in Sri Lanka

In a hotel room in Colombo, I escape the world for a while.  So much has changed, I need to reassure myself. I am here. I am alive. The last few weeks in… Continue reading

Make light

I wake up with a heavy head. Not because of a wild night out (I wish) No, rather a lurking notion of yesterday’s evening. Sleepless tears over a cup of tea, with you… Continue reading

The real remedy

When I wrote my last blog post, I thought I was at a turning point. But actually, I went even further off track. Every day that week I felt like I was digging… Continue reading

In your own little library

Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again.  That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads—at… Continue reading

Amputated hearts

A week of nothing. And everything. Empty space and time slowly passed between states of awakeness and sleep. Strange dreams and even more strange reality (still not sure where you come in) Seems… Continue reading

Women: we share, we care

My friend at home calls me on a Sunday morning, crying. Twenty minutes later I am in her kitchen. She is feeling emotional and calls her boyfriend who is abroad but he doesn’t want to… Continue reading

Slap-kiss me

Sometimes I just want to slap you hard! He said with a smile before he leant down and kissed me. I was complaining about being emotionally stressed out, showing my friend around the… Continue reading

Wordless

I feel sickness lurking under my skin, and behind my eyes. It started already yesterday with a sore throat and that low energy-less state where you just can’t pin-point what’s wrong but you… Continue reading

Miles away

I want you and you are not here. I pause in this garden, breathing the colour thought is before language into still air. Even your name is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it… Continue reading