Dear Cold Feet (Part II),

it seems a miracle has happened. the sun must have finally opened her mailbox and found my letter inside, for she is showing her face today.
i couldn’t believe it either.
i will now release you from your wooly prison and let you bathe in the warmth and light for a bit. i keep my promises.

let’s hope this lasts.

sincerely,
the resident from above

Dear Cold Feet,

i really do understand why you’re doing this.
i know the expression ‘cold feet’ is usually used to describe an uneasy feeling, but right now you’re just cold… and i don’t feel uneasy.
so sorry to have to put you through this, i know this time of year you don’t expect to be covered in thick socks and maybe you’re a little mad at me for breaking the rules, but i can’t help it, it’s not my fault. i already wrote a letter to the sun, asking her what was wrong, but so far… no reply.
so as long as she doesn’t react, you’ll have to endure me covering you up… and i promise as soon as the sun peeks through the clouds, i’ll release you. you have my word.

i wish you would find it in you to just warm up and stop giving me the cold glare. please consider it.
nothing i can do… we’re in this together.

cordially,
the resident from above

Dear Rumbling Stomach,

i have been trying to figure out why you always start talking loudly when i least expect it, and so far i have come to no conclusion whatsoever. starting to roar like a lion when i have company doesn’t only make you look bad, but me as well.

i know you are only doing your job, but – digestion aside – why don’t you take a break once in a while?

it’s totally okay to let your voice echo through the depth of my bowels right now (since i’m alone), but may i ask you to take a break once i have company? i would really appreciate it.
besides, everyone needs a break now and then (i don’t want you to end up with burnout syndrome and, as a result, maybe giving me an ulcer), so maybe you’ll consider it next time you start working frantically and i’m drawing unwanted looks.
just take it easy.

thanks in advance,
your container

Dear Gravy,

i am so happy we met… and utterly amazed by what you manage to do with my senses. every time.
whether you’re light or dark, i don’t care, i love you all the same. secretly, i have to admit, i lick you off my plate (when i’m alone of course), more often than not, savouring every last drop. i always restrain myself in public, because i don’t want to embarrass your makers, although it’s very hard sometimes.
you’re so very delicious.

i would be happy if we got many more years together… you always make my day when you give me the honor of touching my tongue.

i am totally in love with you.

sincerely,
your adorer

Blogging, My Free Bird

it’s been a couple of days now since i started this blog and (forgive me for the expression) i’m enjoying the hell out of it.
this switch got flipped in my head… and the words just come pouring out of me. game on.
i guess they’ve been imprisoned for way too long.

it is wonderful to have a place where you can just let go, shake off the rules and restrictions and enjoy your freedom (of speech).

i am truly thankful to have this opportunity.
so awesome.

The Stranger

it took me a while to notice his flaws
but after, i never forgot
the indistinct way he kept his true jaws
in a glass, long destined to rot.
through torture and pain, he told me, be true
and never to forfeit my name
and after long years with the maniacal crew
my skin tone was still the same.

i never took off to the lands he foresaw
i never got out of my shell
but one day i’ll learn that the pictures i draw
are reality, born out of hell.

Magnum Madness

i just happened to see one of these Magnum (ice cream) commercials…

to keep it short:
i am so damn happy the chocolate doesn’t crack like this when you actually eat it, because seeing it on TV, it makes me shudder and push the mute button. seriously, that sound is disgusting.

am i weird?!

rant over.

The Advantage of being able to read

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,” said Jojen. “The man who never reads lives only one.

this is what George R. R. Martin said in his latest book ‘A Dance with Dragons’… i would have kissed him for this sentence, had he been available.
isn’t it beautiful to know that so many talented people out there offer you a way to escape your mind – and your life – for a brief period of time? a priceless thought to me… much appreciated. you can roam free through the ages, experience other worlds and long past history as if you were living it… right here, right now… utterly fascinating.
books have been my companions for so many years now, they never failed me, never demanded anything but a little time and attention and never asked for anything in return (except for a little money)… for taking me on magnificent journeys. Imagethey will stay with you forever if you treat them well – a bookshelf, a palpable escape route for the living room. you can break free whenever you want.

the smell of a freshly printed book, the little ‘pop’ when you stretch the binding for the first time, those simple characteristics enrich the experience of reading… essentials an ebook will never be able to get close to. i need the smell and the feel of it, only then will i feel comfortable.

the quote above really made me think. how awful would it be if we weren’t able to communicate our thoughts the old-fashioned way? if books didn’t exist? the -for us- simple fact to express ourselves and, in that way, enrich the lives of others by maybe only a tiny fragment is in my eyes one of the most important abilities a human has to offer. lines on paper painting pictures in your head you would have never seen if it weren’t for the writers brave enough to share their beautiful imagination.

so here’s a shout-out to all the writers out there who, even in the age of the iPad, still stick to the roots and publish real books.
i love you so much.
please continue your wonderful work.

you never cease to amaze me.

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