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"So Jazz...Call me Slow, but what can I say, except that you and Hector havebeen on my Mind on and off a lot More, and call me Crazy for Speaking to the Dead, but it's allI know to Compare after losing myDad and all.
There is a Place I can go to, toRemember all that's Good about Lifeexcept that he Chose it to beun * Fixed. Fiction. Figments ofmy Imagination...
I remember visiting your Apartment,I guess we were quite seriousabout Living Together back Then...
There were Huge Contrasts, hisFamily caring too Much, and mineas it was, it was all that I wasused to, and how he called itFighting my Battles
Anyway, Life in Leiden goes on, I'm trying to Change Gears toAmsterdam though.
You should see one of My Flatmates,and who he reminds me off and why...
Cirkel. Redenering
I've been trying to Clean out allthe Stuff I've been Carrying withme since I moved from Groningento Leiden...
I have this Picture of All of usPartying at Kristiaan's Placeback then in The Hague...
Or Closer to Home, a/d Morsweg...
I'm trying to be Good, being abetter Friend and all that...
"There's this thing called the Internet..."
I try to keep in Touch with Pandita, it's good to Read her E-mails, it Feels like she's doingOkay.
I haven Fallen out with some of ourmutual Friends or Acquaintances...
Family Members even...
I'm seeing how all these Decisionsdon't mean too much, in the End...
And how what Remains of the Day,is all that's Good...
I should be off to fix some Lunch.Summer's doing Good in Hollandat the Moment.
"Love is Forever" eh...
I still keep Hector's Writings,it's all Part of Reflecting tomy Years at the Rijn en Schie...
And how I'm working towards keepingthings up.
Later, Missy Hiemstra..."
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Mental. Memory. Lines
Vanilla. Skies
Drum. Rhythms
Wester. Gas
"So Jazz...
Call me Slow, but what can I say,
except that you and Hector have
been on my Mind on and off a lot
More, and call me Crazy for
Speaking to the Dead, but it's all
I know to Compare after losing my
Dad and all.
There is a Place I can go to, to
Remember all that's Good about Life
except that he Chose it to be
un * Fixed. Fiction. Figments of
my Imagination...
I remember visiting your Apartment,
I guess we were quite serious
about Living Together back Then...
There were Huge Contrasts, his
Family caring too Much, and mine
as it was, it was all that I was
used to, and how he called it
Fighting my Battles
Anyway, Life in Leiden goes on,
I'm trying to Change Gears to
Amsterdam though.
You should see one of My Flatmates,
and who he reminds me off and
why...
Cirkel. Redenering
I've been trying to Clean out all
the Stuff I've been Carrying with
me since I moved from Groningen
to Leiden...
I have this Picture of All of us
Partying at Kristiaan's Place
back then in The Hague...
Or Closer to Home, a/d Morsweg...
I'm trying to be Good, being a
better Friend and all that...
"There's this thing called the
Internet..."
I try to keep in Touch with
Pandita, it's good to Read her
E-mails, it Feels like she's doing
Okay.
I haven Fallen out with some of our
mutual Friends or Acquaintances...
Family Members even...
I'm seeing how all these Decisions
don't mean too much, in the End...
And how what Remains of the Day,
is all that's Good...
I should be off to fix some Lunch.
Summer's doing Good in Holland
at the Moment.
"Love is Forever" eh...
I still keep Hector's Writings,
it's all Part of Reflecting to
my Years at the Rijn en Schie...
And how I'm working towards keeping
things up.
Later, Missy Hiemstra..."
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