Life is more like a garden of flowers. Only, everybody's the gardener.
Up up and away I am currently in the airport, waiting for my flight, so I thought I would let you know what I am thinking about right now. This is what I do, I speak, I write, I am loud. It seems like I cannot think for myself, I have to let it all… Continue reading Leaving on a High Note
This is the story of how I got back into writing.
Today, I woke up in London, just like approximately the past thousand days of my life. It was a sunny day but it felt like one of these cloudy days. I was drawn in my own thoughts, dark thoughts, hopeful thoughts, all kind of thoughts. Questions hammering my heart and soul resulting in me crying before… Continue reading Waking up in London