2015

A day

I discovered, I love

Speaking heads

I wish to write

Imagine

THE time

A collective

My job

In a moment

Just here

Today is the day

Wondering

A new day

Sometimes

For the first time

In many ways

What I write

When I hear the sound

Us

Fill your timus

We talk

Is when you write

Sliding

Colours evolve

A new day

Now I know

Relief of honesty

Senses can deceived

Can people handle the truth?

There is a time

JTM

In bed

Have you heard

Feeling dizzy

What I found this morning

Standing can be done

I realise

Why are you all quiet?

I believe in magic

Painful legs

Did it mean anything?

Maybe a bad idea

Contact

The last words of Steve Jobs -I have come to the pinnacle of success in business.

In Dutch

To little to late

Just, my story

And the light

House for sale

You have à heart

Away from everything

Silence has come

I feel weight

Schrijven is makkelijk, je start en begint te typen, niets aantrekkend van het woord juist neergepend of hetgeen dat komt.

There is no search

Rein was

The best is written

Morgen

Today is 5

ClosureBeginning

Blue is Blue

Clarity doesn’t happen overnight

Does it help?

Today is the day of days, the moment of truth, the shaper of the rest of my life.

so is it

Today, today is a strange day, or an excellent day, it is the day of days (this what I know it will be in 10 years time). Sometimes one colour brings along another colour and sometimes a faded colour is suddenly all bright again.

You see, a lot of you reading this, could see me as a true douchebag… I fuck everything with a skirt. Really I would chase everything. And that whilst being married, being a dad (sometimes)….

Mr. Coward and Prof. Poet

a grandmothers name

In many ways today was good, it was just me my bike, the Italian roads and azzuri. All morning and lunch I was travelling in my pace my world how I wanted it. How I wish it. No use in fighting this anymore.

today is My day, probably the last of its kind. Today I have me time, I leave when I want do what I want, and I am free.

in these last days and weeks I have had some more time for myself, in comparison with other times of the year. I wanted to be with my kids, my parents, my bike and find out more about what I want.

And how only youOnly me

a voice

a made up name

this is me

lost in choice

difficult for one

my head is often a mess, thinking about what happened and about how I saw it happen. The difference between the two I often don’t realise as I don’t care somehow.

Freedom

any day it can come back

some days

please no silence

i need signs

the best day

im scared

tomorrow she better cut well 🙂

a couple of figures

A day is a day

back in hospital

The fog

A past

Storms

A day

Water on the stones

Have you ever?

Skeletons in a sky

Lack

Sunshine

A happy birthday

Why

I had enough

Feeling

Feelings

Seeing lines

How good intentions

What started with zero

In seeing black

A new day