Empty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.
JEROENEmpty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.
JEROENI left nothing but love – behind.
JEROENWhat ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.
JEROENShe pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.
JEROENThe intimate conversation adores her. – sincere.
JEROENTo me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.
JEROENIn a sea of kindness she finds herself sharing waters.
JEROENHow the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.
JEROENAs long as we keep on reminding ourselves how far we have come. – We’ll be okay.
JEROENQuite literally she had time on hand, while staring at the lines in her skin. – Sketches of a maze.
JEROENThe trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.
JEROENWhat if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.
JEROENThese nights in armor only wear us – down.
JEROENShe knew exactly where she needed to be.
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.
JEROENWe’ve already been through some of our worst – thinking there never was.
JEROEN