speed

fast
run
stop
walk

move
tell
speak
hurry

time
lacks
movement
action

now
is
the
moment

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Ice Cream and Texting Love

Text.
Words.
Sounds.
Images.

But nothing beats

Being present physically

Bearing the

Blunt force of a

Soul…

Hold On

Grab onto me and let
us fly away

Grab onto me and let
us run away

Grab onto me and let
the world forget who we are.

Yet let us never
Stop looking into each others eye.

Yet let us never
Stop letting our souls search for each others.

Bueatiful

Looking into the Mirror

Seeing yourself:
Horror
Disgust
Despair

Hearing those around you

See you as:
Beautiful
Handsome
Peace

It is all about what we see.

No

It’s all about how we feel.

Our loved ones make us belong.

Traveling

SO its my birthday!!!!! (YAY ME)

And since its my birthday I want to treat myself with a trip abroad. So I decided you know what, I am going to the airport and just fly out of the country.

My bank stated otherwise, so now I am sitting down sipping a coffee while window shopping trips abroad, inside the airport. Because WHY not, window shopping can be quite nice isn’t it?

Best way to start the day!!!

Summer: Sangria, Dreams and Valletta

Recently I had the pleasure to share a very nice bottle of wine with someone like me. She is a dreamer, a flair for the unexpected and usual. Making every little thing, grow bigger, nicer, better.

All by making it bigger, better and nicer inside our head.

Thus from walking down the road of Valletta, talking and chatting about notebooks, writing and how we share our stories. (Well I do not really have a note book, BUT I do have this blog :D) We ended sitting down on a table with the number 18 on it. ( Side note, this is my favourite number) Listing to Jazz, smiling like idiots, and then we both closed our eyes.

All of a sudden, I was wearing a suit, a silver watch, a blue tie, while sipping my whisky. She was wearing a long black dress, with a green stash, it was sleeveless, but then she had long delicate gloves , bright green. Her hair was long and flowing, and she was cradling her wine glass with a spark of mischief in her eye.

Then we were back,

looking at each other and thinking,

What it would have been really like all the way back then?