Since I was 14 years old I wrote all kinds of stuff down in a diary, but I was told that I was a bad writer, so my words turned into secrets. They still are. A pile of notebooks filled with teenager thoughts, dreams and longings. It took me nearly ten years of secret scribbling…
We love, we give, we ride. Love in all its shapes and forms. Undefineable it escapes us. Silently it roars. We try to give it a name and capture it with all its highs and lows. Romantic love, sibling love, love for parents, love for friends, love for grandparents, love for beauty, love for a…
It’s a simple question, why do people ride motorbikes? What drives them to leave the safety of a warm box and replace it with the mercy of mother nature? Why choose two wheels and the risk of toppling over above four? Are we crazy? And still, why are so many people intrigued by riding motorbikes,…
Let’s talk about the untalkable. Let’s speak the unspeakable. For the past few months I’ve been balancing on the edge of a cliff. I knew it, I felt it, and I was scared to fall. Since last summer I knew I had to be careful. When it took me two full weeks of holiday to…
This year has been a strange year and with that I have developed some strange new habits. Sitting on the kitchen table while listening to music, dancing in the middle of the living room when taking a break from work and sometimes I find myself closing my eyes and letting my thoughts drift away to…
Roaring inside. Running. Riding. Silent and untameable in its restlessness it consumes me. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Anger. Determination. Unspeakable words dancing on its own and flying with the wind. Small deeds to feel alive. In the morning, after getting out of bed, I go outside to take a plunge in the deep,…
Run through life! Take every opportunity along the way! Be busy. Don’t miss out. Do everything and belong to a world that is spinning faster and faster leaving people dazed and confused. Imagine time was a currency. We would be the poorest people alive. We hurry through life and the only thing awaiting us at…
We continue our journey towards the big road. On weekdays it’s a crowded place, but on Sunday morning it’s as peaceful as a dewdrop. Straight ahead, at 90km/hour, we cruise along. The world is silent. Slowly I’m starting to think that maybe she doesn’t know where she’s going. Maybe she’s just driving along towards new…
It’s early in the morning. It’s dark. It’s cold. I’m surrounded by others, yet I’m alone. She’s far away from me. Every night she leaves me for another. I see her going inside her apartment with this guy after he parks his companion next to me. I think he also likes me, but sometimes he…
