20. July 2017
A glimmer of hope crushed in an instant of fate A smile turned to a quivering line Eyes once radiant with joy Now struggling to see through a curtain of water Unwillingly traded high hopes for despair so deep drowning in sorrow afraid of what tomorrow might bring In a peaceful moment the sun shines on your face Bathing it in light your mouth twitches and I remember The way you used to be
09. March 2017
Big, small, lined, blank ... I love them all. This is a true notebook addict talking. My obsession started at a young age. I was always drawn to the glossy front covers and immaculate unwritten pages of notebooks. When I was little, I used to keep diaries. At school, me and a friend would take turns writing down thoughts and events in a notebook every day. Fast forward 20 years later: There will always be a notebook in my backpack or handbag. You never know when the muse will strike. There is...
26. February 2017
After wandering the streets looking for a shop (that obviously does not exist; thanks, Google maps) in order to return a parcel, I decide to get some breakfast from PAUL. Paul isn’t a friend of mine whose breakfast I’m about to steal, it’s an "authentic French bakery and boulangerie" (quoted from Paul's website). The girl behind the counter is young, pretty and friendly. “Can I get a Chausson Pomme, please? And an americano.” “Black or white?” “White.” I detect pretzels...
05. November 2016
I hadn't planned for my very first blog post to be about the difficulties of writing while having to work full-time., but since this is the dilemma I'm experiencing at the moment (meaning the last few weeks), I thought "Why the hell not?" I'm sure every professional knows the feeling. You're motivated to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard, but when you come home from an eight-hour workday, the only thing your fingers do, is prepare food . And if you're like me and my late grandfather,...