The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps.
It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles.
No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.
Oct 2013 – Cape Town, South Africa.
Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
So here are little tools for my getaway.
…. and a blank mind.
I don’t need more
work emails trouble or heartache.
I just need an escape.
Mar 2014 – Bali, Indonesia.
4am alone and on my way.
These are my finest moments.
I scrub my skin to rid me from you
and I still don’t know why I cried.
It was just something in the way you took my heart
and rearranged my insides
and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done.
Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way,
look better this way,
to you and us and all the rest.
But then you must have changed your mind or made a wrong
because why did you leave?
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
and I still don’t know which month it was then
or what day it is now.
I replace cafés with crowded bars
and empty roads with broken bottles
and this town is healing me slowly
but still not slow or fast enough
because there’s no right way to do this.
There is no right way to do this.