Baby is a dancer

My 5 year old brother is a dancer.

We don’t know where he got it from, but it sure shows he really enjoys dancing.. and guess what.. he’s good at it! He was dancing for a really long while when I was there, just doing his thing, not minding us watching, dancing like mad until he was completely out of power.

And you call me crazy when I just want to dance, dance, dance.. This kid beats me big time!

Heart skipped a beat

Please don’t say we’re done
When I’m not finished
I could give you so much more
Make you feel, like never before
Welcome, they said welcome to the floor

It’s been a while
And you’ve found someone better
But I’ve been waiting too long to give this up
The more I see, I understand
But sometimes, I still need you

Sometimes, I still need you

I was struggling to get in
Left waiting outside your door
I was sure
You’d give me more

No need to come to me
When I can make it all the way to you
You made it clear
You weren’t near
Near enough for me

Heart skipped a beat
And when I caught it you were out of reach
But I’m sure, I’m sure
You’ve heard if before

this album hurts me today.

The Last Meal

Last night I dreamt that me & my best friend had a baby puma that we were taking care of, it was dying because it’s mother had left it and it was really stupid (I think I was thinking about Noams ADHD cat Edi). We were feeding it milk from a bottle and taking care of it and then it grew healthy and strong.. and big. Suddenly there was a problem about the puma thinking she was too big so she was going too close to the very dangerous Pandas that were living next to us.. (haha..!) so.. I came up with the most brilliant trick. We went to a flowershop and brought HUGE flowers.. like enormous oversized flowers.. we placed them next to the puma while she was sleeping and when she woke up she thought she had shrunk to baby-puma size again and everybody lived happily ever after.

Taxi

Life is like a taxi, it doesn’t matter wether you are going somewhere or standing still, the meter ticks on and you need to pay anyway.

Tonight I dreamt about breaking and then fixng loud washing machines. About water and time passing by and leaving me behind. About ambition and life and the future.
Time to get this thesis done. And I have found the job I aways wanted. Time to apply for it. And there was something else, time to send some emails.

Tomorrow I’m leaving again. Detaching myself from this reality. It might do me good. Waking up at this hour is horrible but I love you anyway.