fiction

i’m back to that world
the world where it can be possible

where the dream is fun
and the pictures have colour

where i want what money cant buy
and when i’m full without food

where satisfaction is receivable
and made
all together
in a way that i don’t understand
or need to

talking

being able to talk to someone when you have nothing to say is like thirstily drinking from the cup of endless

simplicity

if you take away all the distractions, all the interruptions, all the noise...

i wonder what your smile would look like...

strength

strength is better tested by what one doesn't do than by what one does... 

sometimes

sometimes i put a clothes peg on my ear just for the feeling of relief i get when i take it off. sometimes i make my screen black and white just for the smile and amazement i experience when i switch the screen back to colour mode again.

satisfaction is the absence of pain as much as it is the presence of joy. it’s the absence of need as much as it is the fulfillment of want.

just a thought

friction

it’s heat, only care rubs hot
from a distance we’re hugging
this fight is something
at least it’s contact

(inspired by Rich v. Lieshout’s sermon 21/03/2010)

attraction

the only part that counts
is the part that isn’t understood        

no logic
no reason

the fraction
the slave

i don’t mind