| If you have a suggestion for this spot, let me know, I'm always eager to know which piece from my gallery is your favourite ^^ |
| If you have a suggestion for this spot, let me know, I'm always eager to know which piece from my gallery is your favourite ^^ |


I requestIt is not much that I ask from this universe. I play my part and I play it well and I continue to learn as I go. I help, my dear universe, where I can. So this is a small request. I want my life to twist and turn to a completely different direction. It is obvious I can't have it my way entirely, I have to be helpful. But these following issues will make me ever so grateful.I request
So this is what I want:
I. Love I know who it is I belong to and whose lovely heart is tied to mine. But the strings are weak and not all connections are found to bring us together again. What I ask then, is that he will find me as well. Tha


Pencil marksGetting rid of you was like trying to erase pencil writing, pushed in too deep. I can still write, my dear, over what is left of you in my heart. And what once was underneath these new things I write and adore, well, we'll never see again. There are merely some vague marks left, from a former time when it was clear and important. And now, erased, overwritten and nearly forgotten. Just a vague little imprint on a piece of paper, that's what you are.Pencil marks
And now you treat me as if I am the one who has made it all black. It was all my doing, my mistakes. Oh how I acted so horribly. Have you then forgotten that you, during the time


If you fail to seeIf you are so unfortunate that the light has left your eyes And you cannot see what comes after day I will describe it to you in a different wayIf you fail to see
The colours turning after a setting sun is like a sudden rush of cold in November like winter has come too early
The stars alight and never-ending are like a sea of people you hear talking suddenly falling silent
And the dark that lasts & lasts smells like a heavily raging storm without the soft scent of the rain
| All things written down are a reflection of something going on in my mind. Hopes, dreams, fears, nostalgia, general feelings,... Thank you for taking a look at my gallery, hope you enjoy. |
Wild Trees

kleinheb je enig idee hoe ongelofelijk en onmogelijkklein
klein
je me laat voelen als je zegt dat zij alles is, dat je
niets
bent zonder haar
terwijl je voor mij altijd al
zó veel meer was,
dan ik ooit zal zijn.


Three notes on a pianoJuste trois notes sur un piano, Hautes et claires, bien plus fortes que des mots, Une douce mélodie emportée par le vent, Mes doigts glissent et oubliant mes tourments, Je me laisse aller au son de cette douce musique, Mettant à nu mon coeur et mon âme nostalgique, Juste trois notes sur un piano, musique éternelle, Comme un "je t'aime", un oiseau, envoyé vers le ciel.Three notes on a piano
| These remind me that there is still beauty left in this wicked world. |
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Wander in my dreams & I'll find you there
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Wander in my dreams & I'll find you there
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Wander in my dreams & I'll find you there
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Wander in my dreams & I'll find you there
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Show me your secret smile.
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