Author: moomphs

September 18th, 2018, 11:57 am In de strijd gaan talloze verhalen schuil, zo net onder de oppervlakte, kabbelend tussen onder en boven water. Waar ze altijd ondergedompeld zijn in, en deel uitmaken van de massa. Op twaalf hoog, in kleine appartementen achter enkelglas. Verwerkt in het pleister van een muur. Op achterkanten van oude foto’s, netjes…

Date: October 12th, 2018, 11:05 pm Every dream dies at the thought of money.

Date: November 9th, 2018, 03:00 pm Once there was a poor white kid. Never a stud, but still possessing a certain charm. Holding a guitar in one hand, and a bottle of whiskey in the other. Started feverishly writing tunes to the melody of his sadness, intertwined with a sense of humor and some kind of…

December 3rd, 2018, 10:16 pm Here’s a little something: I really need someone to talk to. I keep calling out for someone to hear me, yet all I hear is my voice echoing back at me. Loneliness gushes like blood, out of every pore in my body. And yes, I like the dark analogies. It’s where…

July 5th, 2019, 09:02 pm I once spent all summer waiting for a freight train to pass town. It started with a vague promise I made to myself: that there was some kind of deeper truth to be found along the west coast, or by the river banks, or high up the mountains. I never wished…

July 6th, 2019, 10:06 pm It’s so easy to hide under the covers again, and to hang limp, to let it all slide. Even though I know there is nothing to gain from treading that path. But I want to mute the feelings, in all their intensity. It is just too much. All this talk about…

July 15th, 2019, 09:41 pm Er waren huizen waar we dagen in verbleven, volgestopt met dingen, zodat de ruimte maar gevuld was en daarin bestonden we; een leegte in een leegte als een Slavische matroesjka pop. Dan lieten we het bad vollopen en weekten we het los, het vuil van het verleden, waarna we schoon en…

July 16th, 2019, 09:05 pm In de dagen die volgden voerde ik een hopeloze strijd tegen de schimmen van het verleden. De uitslag was al bekend. Er viel geen eer aan te behalen, en toch vocht ik onverminderd door. En de tomeloze inzet, niemand had het gezien. Er was geen publiek. Ik speelde dit spel alleen…

July 21st, 2019, 08:46 am The earth spins and spins and all the while I just laid there, frozen solid and running circles in my mind. Unfolding every storyline in my head, inspecting them from a thousand angles. In a quest to find The Truth, but upon arriving at that place there was nothing there… I…

July 22nd, 2019, 06:47 pm Something inside me changed along with the turn of the tides. Rowing my boat upstream suddenly seemed so futile. The fear was still there, deep down inside of me, entangling my heart and restricting my breath. Yet some inexplicable power allowed me to finally let go of the oars of my…