Stop 3 - flowers and trash
Love is the topic of the hour
it was inescapable.
Here, there and everywhere.
Suddenly, I am on the side of the universe where it is relevant again - an unexpected meeting with a familiar soul, a heartwarming interview (
When I am faced with love, I get overwhelmingly sad. Why is it always so full of grief before it even begins? Though this sadness is often filled with lessons and realisations, I would like to experience stagnation at least for a bit in my life - please, oh, please, give me an opportunity to make prolonged mistakes.
I was in a lot of contradicting pain here. Having to let go of a crush is never easy, even if it was short, and that was stabbing me on the left side. The right side was nice and cosy with how loved I felt by friends.
I am so eager to love and to give bits of my soul to a place, a sound, a person, a routine. That’s why I wanted to write something sweet here. But I am currently so cynical and so unable to handle it when it-
suddenly, becomes a ghost, a follower, a minion set out to haunt me.
it was inescapable.
Here, there and everywhere.
Suddenly, I am on the side of the universe where it is relevant again - an unexpected meeting with a familiar soul, a heartwarming interview (
When I am faced with love, I get overwhelmingly sad. Why is it always so full of grief before it even begins? Though this sadness is often filled with lessons and realisations, I would like to experience stagnation at least for a bit in my life - please, oh, please, give me an opportunity to make prolonged mistakes.
I was in a lot of contradicting pain here. Having to let go of a crush is never easy, even if it was short, and that was stabbing me on the left side. The right side was nice and cosy with how loved I felt by friends.
I am so eager to love and to give bits of my soul to a place, a sound, a person, a routine. That’s why I wanted to write something sweet here. But I am currently so cynical and so unable to handle it when it-
suddenly, becomes a ghost, a follower, a minion set out to haunt me.
A love letter to Tilburg
Just as I leave for a semester in another place in the world, I realize how much I will miss Tilburg. It's not a perfect place at all but the windows out for display of life, the Lego-like buildings, the abundance of flowers and playgrounds has captivated my little soul a little bit. Dont get me started on the bikes and stuff - I love that everything is just around the corner and that my beloved friends are maximum 10 minutes of sweat away. I love the misty mornings and the gloomy evenings for their full mystery.
I lovelovelove the always ongoing adventure I experienced the last semester.
A love letter to friends in NL
Dear fellow travellers,
Overtaken by sappy and confusing emotions I turn to you in hopes of finding myself (again). Sour is my inner state - I do not wish to abuse your warmness, but oh do I need it! Having spent some time holding back on the shape I wish to inhabit the world, I cannot help but burst in intensity at the sight of such lightness.
Love is not often found in shapeless conditions such as this, so I surrender myself with gratitude. I am so thankful to experience speechless appreciation together; so thankful for the ease of understanding; so thankful to be seen and the opportunity to see you.
This year has brought the family that in some ways I feel I never had - with each of you imprinting on my thoughts like the citrus scent and orange residue after peeling a sweet tangerine.
I hope this conveys my fuzziness for what we have created here.
I wish to walk around with orange fingers for as long as I can :)
Love,
Em