One can easily make the mistake to lose yourself – incompletely.
JEROENOne can easily make the mistake to lose yourself – incompletely.
JEROENHow, love and addiction can have similar strains – of attachment.
JEROENCome nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.
JEROENAvoidance. Probably the worst dance. – Complicated.
JEROENShe pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.
JEROENTo me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.
JEROENSlowly she began to realize what it’s like to dream again. – a new dawn.
JEROENWhat ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.
JEROENOur darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.
JEROENWishing, if only she’d care – less.
JEROENQuite literally she had time on hand, while staring at the lines in her skin. – Sketches of a maze.
JEROENLike fireflies in the night, she has her way of dealing with the dark. -Illumination.
JEROENThese stones In her pockets, the dime of her – compassion.
JEROENI left nothing but love – behind.
JEROENWe’ve already been through some of our worst – thinking there never was.
JEROENEmpty. Like a vase without flowers – it felt.
JEROEN