We were screaming at each other from across the kitchen table.
'You are late', I yelled.
'I told you it would take this long'.
'You didn't. You DIDN'T'.
'I did'.
'I want to leave right now. I am waiting for you for ages'.
To stress my firmness I closed the buttons of my jacket and walked towards the door.
'You are insane. You are becoming a madwoman', my sister said.
'Yes I am. And I LOVE it. Finally I can be myself'.
I had the feeling she was close at throwing herself at me physically.
Then she did. It was unexpected.
In a way, violence works.
Calmly she looked at me and said:
'So,let's leave in five minutes'.
I just nodded agreeingly.
So far for anti-stress remedy.
Saturday, 5 February 2011
Thursday, 3 February 2011
music man
Today she has too much bottled up love.
(for someone in particular)
(don't say it's desire)
You could call it a challenging situation.
She starts out by quickly handing it out, throwing whiskey parties and distributing chocolate dessert. The free coffee is just a casual extra.
But it only gets more. So it goes.
'Use it on us', the other inhabitants advise.
'Save it for later', her heart says.
'There is no way out', the mind complains.
Then it happens the stomachs are full. The rank and file lies drunk under the table. The love starts to flood the house. It becomes a constant mopping the floor.
No comfortable living anymore.
In the end it might have been her wet feet. Or the tiredness in her arms. The difficult wading around. Suddenly she knows: ‘It is time’.
So she undresses, moves down into the streaming water. Lets her body soak it up. And it goes.
Always first it hand it to yourself.
(and now you are allowed to call him)
(for someone in particular)
(don't say it's desire)
You could call it a challenging situation.
She starts out by quickly handing it out, throwing whiskey parties and distributing chocolate dessert. The free coffee is just a casual extra.
But it only gets more. So it goes.
'Use it on us', the other inhabitants advise.
'Save it for later', her heart says.
'There is no way out', the mind complains.
Then it happens the stomachs are full. The rank and file lies drunk under the table. The love starts to flood the house. It becomes a constant mopping the floor.
No comfortable living anymore.
In the end it might have been her wet feet. Or the tiredness in her arms. The difficult wading around. Suddenly she knows: ‘It is time’.
So she undresses, moves down into the streaming water. Lets her body soak it up. And it goes.
Always first it hand it to yourself.
(and now you are allowed to call him)
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
Letter
angel,
wow. your letter is pretty shocking. how can a young and beautiful person with a life full of opportunities be sad all day? how? or why?
darlings. i know you are more fragile than other people. even more fragile than some birds and vegetables. it is true.
but believe me: even fragile people, birds and vegetables can be happy. especially if they have plans and ideas and talents and friends and such a love as ME.
do you trust me?
me
wow. your letter is pretty shocking. how can a young and beautiful person with a life full of opportunities be sad all day? how? or why?
darlings. i know you are more fragile than other people. even more fragile than some birds and vegetables. it is true.
but believe me: even fragile people, birds and vegetables can be happy. especially if they have plans and ideas and talents and friends and such a love as ME.
do you trust me?
me
Independence
Today I was wondering whether it is enough to know a certain person exists.
To know that, a few miles away from you, he pours milk in his coffee. Starts the day with an angry thought. Or an inspiring one. Or at least you assume he does. Everyone needs to perform some basicalities. Everyone eats, sleeps, and moves around. Most human beings work like that. That information you have. At least.
Quite surely he is struggling, doubting and trying too. Cashing in a little victory from time to time.
It is not unreasonable to expect that, once in a blue moon, he thinks of you.
So there you have it. You don't need to know more. Because you already know everything. -it's all the same in the end.
But then again, like the advocat with your coffee, the effect goes to the brain. You start longing for the details. Suddenly you're figuring out whether today he is at the club-sandwich or the mushroom omelet. At a latte with love or on the go. Checking out the main roads and the hours online. The long city walks are a fortunate side effect. A bit like Sherlock Holmes in disguise. It starts to cost you precious time, and a sense of direction.
But don't feel bad. We're all a bit like that. The exceptions are just the lucky ones.
picture from http://pascalcampion.blogspot.com/
To know that, a few miles away from you, he pours milk in his coffee. Starts the day with an angry thought. Or an inspiring one. Or at least you assume he does. Everyone needs to perform some basicalities. Everyone eats, sleeps, and moves around. Most human beings work like that. That information you have. At least.
Quite surely he is struggling, doubting and trying too. Cashing in a little victory from time to time.
It is not unreasonable to expect that, once in a blue moon, he thinks of you.
So there you have it. You don't need to know more. Because you already know everything. -it's all the same in the end.
But then again, like the advocat with your coffee, the effect goes to the brain. You start longing for the details. Suddenly you're figuring out whether today he is at the club-sandwich or the mushroom omelet. At a latte with love or on the go. Checking out the main roads and the hours online. The long city walks are a fortunate side effect. A bit like Sherlock Holmes in disguise. It starts to cost you precious time, and a sense of direction.
But don't feel bad. We're all a bit like that. The exceptions are just the lucky ones.
picture from http://pascalcampion.blogspot.com/
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