And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.
JEROENAnd so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.
JEROENQuite literally she had time on hand, while staring at the lines in her skin. – Sketches of a maze.
JEROENShe knew exactly where she needed to be.
JEROENCome nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.
JEROENI have tried this letting go part and ended up holding you closer then before. – everyday.
JEROENI still come here it somehow comforts me – to miss you.
JEROENHow the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.
JEROENLets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.
JEROENShe pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.
JEROENLets have one last look at the stars tonight before they’ll go -into hiding.
JEROENOur darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.
JEROENEmpty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.
JEROENAs long as we keep on reminding ourselves how far we have come. – We’ll be okay.
JEROENHer eyes, indigo. Open honest and there is always a hint of curiosity – present.
JEROENSomehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.
JEROENThese days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.
JEROEN