A Soul full of Hope
Despite of it all her eyes are still full of wonder, moved by all the good in this world. Despite all the evil she had to live through, her heart is still feather light. Wearing her scars like accessories and with a soul full of hope, she moves through her life full of amazement, excited for what is to come. Whatever happens, stranger, I know you will be able to cope.
Underneath it all
Underneath it all, she isn’t fine. Underneath all the makeup, the big hair and the fancy clothes. Underneath all the smiles, giggles and jokes. Underneath the happy, excited, enthusiastic look in her eyes. Underneath the swing of her hips and those black high heels. Underneath the sweet hugs and the advise she gives. Underneath it all there is emptiness, a void. A void that, if it would be filled...
An unconventional way
Sometimes you meet people that in some odd way give you hope. He is homeless. He owns a car, a bike and a didgeridoo. He has dreadlocks and is wearing some kind of poncho. It looks old, worn out. I have seen him walking around in the city a couple of times before. Every time I see him he is talking with different people. The people he talks with are not homeless, he just seems to meet them...
Puppet of a dinosaur
He is five years old, his mother calls him Ben, and his new toy is a hand puppet of a dinosaur. It has scary teeth and big red eyes, the perfect dinosaur for Ben. Because Ben’s favorite hobby is to scare people and to chase them. His new puppet helps him practice his hobby wonderfully. For the last half an hour or so, Ben and his puppet have been running around in a big store, trying to scare all...
Chaos and Sophistication
She looks so put together, so sophisticated. Her beautiful skintight dress shows off her amazing figure. Steadily she walks on her high heels. Her skin, her hair, her makeup, her nails, everything is cared for in detail. If the inside matches the outside, then this woman must be confident, blissful, maybe even peaceful. Is she? Probably not. Hidden away inside might be all the chaos, all the...
He is always someone else. Is he with a little kid who happens to be scared of yellow butterflies, then he is a little kid scared of yellow butterflies. Is he walking past a gay guy in a red shirt, then is he a gay guy going to the store to get a red shirt. Does he see a married couple arguing, then he is a married man who just walked out on his wife after a big fight. He is fine as long as he...
Language of love
He speaks Dutch to her, she speaks French to him. As her own personal guide he shows her the city. I am not sure whether they are lovers or just good friends, but I do know they feel comfortable with each other, at ease. Her hair is short, a soft color brown, while her eyes are dark brown, big, with a playful twinkle. Her body is slim, but muscled. The dress she is wearing fits her perfectly and...
Living life to the fullest?
Whatever he does he always feels like he should be doing something else. He wants to live life to the fullest, to never miss out on anything. Impossible. When he is out on a date, he thinks about the millions and millions of books he hasn’t read, about all the faces he hasn’t seen, all the mountains he has never climbed, about all the people he hasn’t slept with, all the countries he has never...
Do opposites attract?
They look completely different. He looks a little plain. His suit is slightly ill-fitting, his hair is perfectly done. He looks like someone who never does anything on an impulse, who always thinks things through before he acts. Her hair is pink, short. Her makeup is bright, red lipstick, green eye shadow. Her clothes are as colorful as her face. She has several piercings and tattoos, and probably...
The heart wants...
She remembers it all. How she saw him first. How he used to look at her when he still loved her. She remembers his smile, his touch, how he smelled after he came back from a run. How he held her at night and how he pulled her back in bed all those mornings when she had just gotten up to go to work. She remembers the evenings they spent together lying on the floor of their apartment listening to...
Testing the limits
Rules are there to be broken. Arguing with police officers is one of his hobbies. The police officers have been trying to tell him that he can’t smoke weed on the playground, but he has been doing a way more convincing job of telling the police officers to shove it. Then, with a twinkle in his eyes, he blows some smoke right in the face of one of the police officers. “Have a little, maybe it will...
Living on his own
He is always alone, because that’s the way he likes it. There is nobody he talks to and certainly no one he listens to. All he wants to do is live by his own standards. Not to be told what to do, when and how to do it. Not to be told he does things terribly wrong, that he throwing his life away. Not to be thought of, there is absolutely nothing he despises more than to be thought of. He...
Cigarettes, beer and flaked off nail polish.
Her smile is slightly crooked. She’s sitting on a small curb, a cigarette in her left hand, a bottle of beer in her right. Her fingernails are painted bright blue, most of it has however flaked off. Her hair’s a mess and her mascara is all over her face, like she cried passionately for a while and wiped the tears away carelessly. Despite of it all, she smiles at the people who walk by. Maybe...
Two copies of the same book
They are reading the same book at the same time. It’s the sunniest day in a long time, and they are sitting under the biggest tree in the park. They each hold a copy of Dickens’ ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ on their lap. They wear matching wedding bands and they are far in their twenties. I wonder if they always read books together like this. I imagine them sitting at home on...
There are always moments that stick with you. Unmemorable moments remembered. She remembers a moment from about three years ago. It was a cloudy afternoon, just getting dark. She was walking back home from school, and this feeling of loss washed over her, like she had grown old and all of a sudden realized she had never really lived. She wasn’t old, she was only thirteen. Now she is sixteen and...
Extravagance and charm
He is tall, slim and gorgeous. His clothes are quite unique, they look, he looks, like he just stepped out of the eighteen hundreds. Long coat, made of fur, pointy shoes, a cane and an old fashioned hat. I wonder if he always dresses like this, whether he is going to a party or whether he just lost a bet. If he did lose a bet, well, then this is not much of a punishment, because he pulls this look...
The perfect book
I am sitting on the ground next to a shelve in my favorite bookstore. The store isn’t crowded, it is just me and the owner, and we both act like the other one isn’t there at all. From the corner of my eyes I can see an older man entering the store. After he walks around a bit he sits down on the ground just a shelve done from my spot. We smile at each other like we are connected through our habit...
The gutter and beyond
He is going to end in the gutter or maybe he is already there. Just look at the stars, stranger.
One with the weather
The color of the sky agrees with her. With the tone of her clothes, the glare of her hair and with the darkness of her mood. The sky is pitch black. It is three o’clock in the afternoon. While she starts to walk faster, her hair and the sky seems almost one. Just as wild, just as black, just as dangerous. I can hear the thunder in the distance. Time to go home. The weather doesn’t seem to scare...
She’s having a fight with her hair. With two hands she tries to keep it away from her face, but it keeps blowing back. It’s a cold day, stormy, rainy. The square is colored grey and brown, just like the sky, just like the clothes of the people, just like it is in the autumn. The people all wear winter coats, brown and grey and black and dark blue. Her long winter coat is bright red. Her hair is...