Saturday, November 30, 2013

Twenty Three

Written on this day, exactly a year ago...

Travel the world
Eat too much gelato
Spend your last euros on wine
Watch the sunset everyday
Don't have enough money for the bus
Walk everywhere
Get lost, get found, get going
Even if you like it too much
Sit up front
Cancel flights
Fall in love
Say too much
Laugh and cry and laugh again
Run down the street
Go down the slide
Look up often
Take the ride
Buy the whole box
Eat it all at once
Listen to the same song
It's okay to be wrong
Don't be afraid to ask questions
Keep your eye on the horizon
Stay awake
Chase a dream
Tell your family you love them
Play in the rain
Make stupid faces
Be happy for others
Find undiscovered places
It's okay 
Think about it 
It's all inside of you
To be continued...


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Ride or Die

Natural born killers, you and I
We make our escape from New York City to the Wild West with the top down
Reckless with love, guns and wanderlust
Follow the old maps and our inner compass
Stop along the way, make a mess, out of breath, undressed
Carnal wreckage on the side of Route 66
With you by my side
Its ride or die 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012


Go to sleep, wake up. Everyday is Christmas, heart beating in your chest. City lights right outside, just a few steps away. Can feel it in the air all around you, just reach out and take it. There´s no guarantees or promises but when the fire started in your heart you had no option but to obey. Feeling a life unfold on an island across the sea, can´t tell if its just a dream or memory. All the doors opening waiting for you to walk in...

Photos by me & Hiven
London & Wivenhoe, UK

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Stop and wonder

I wonder who I’d be, who’d you be if we were stripped of societal embedments. Over stimulated, over medicated, under educated about all the right things. They steal your soul and sell it back to you as art. When everyday should be living breathing art. Humans have the magical capability to make each day count, each day special, different, learn, try again but instead were blinded and misguided. Malnourished from birth, were fed the wrong things. We worry about money, control, status, power and when you die what does it matter. Our brains are so vast to explore but they’ve got us mesmerized with paper, shiny things, being “accomplished”, happy meals and facebook. You think your free but you dont even realize youve already inlisted as an internet zombie.

Wake up wake up wake up.

Go outside

get lost

lose yourself

do things that make you afraid

This isn’t a case of Us. vs Them

It’s Us. vs. Ourselves

Realizing these things and being the change

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Just a Figment of Your Imagination

Anxiety strikes like midnight, I hate that dark cloud that visits every night like the ghost you can’t sage away. The familiar feeling of your heart being held hostage in your chest, you’d pay anything to have it back. The world sleeps as I toss through the witching hours. These shadow creatures come out to play house in my mind, coloring my memories black until I finally closes my eyes and let them slip away.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Bad Reputation

City girls dream big. Were a vicarious bunch hell bent on world domination. And how can you blame us, being natives to the center of the universe can leave you buzzed on the eternal hum of the city that never sleeps. This place is a constant mediation on glamour and grit, the illusions that lure us like moths to the flame. We’ve walked these streets an endless mile of memories in my mind and they continue to unfold as the years pass by. This is a new year with new adventures in New York City. With my best friend at my side, we’ve got an arsenal of attitude and exciting changes coming up.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

19 years and angry

Was left the mess, the remanence of someone who could’ve been everything. But the cloud contuses, continues to dilute and I wish I could’ve said I knew you. What’s here and gone, or maybe never was is a smoldering illusion, delusion of another life I could’ve had. So instead I’ll close my eyes and let it fade away into a world where you never existed.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Fingers on a Map

Train stations, bus terminals, airports.
These places get my blood flowing, I feel at any moment my legs could take off and I’d be running away from it all.
Who knows where’d I go, or what I’d see but everything would be right in front of me.
Spin the globe like we did back in school and throw your finger at the map.
An entire world can be dreamed when landscapes fall and rise before you.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Inbetween Hours

Its these times between hours when I’m most uncomfortable with myself I find inspiration, when I’m crawling out of my skin. I look at the trees, the stars, your hand, the floor to escape the hurricane in my mind. These inbetween hours wreck havoc and tear the books from the shelves. Life is soft and hard, romantic and cruel and you mourn every moment unfulfilled. Your flash backing and forward, you could cry but you tell yourself to go to sleep but then the list falls on you again when you awake, and you forget your secret thoughts between yourself until that next morning comes. Those hours hurt, your chest tight, your teeth clenched. Your dose on life is too strong, too beautiful and fractured. Nothing is real because nothing is real, we are the sun, on fire feeling the world revolve around us.