Yes, I admit, I carry a secret within me. I hesitate to speak about it because it will almost certainly be misunderstood; nonetheless, I think I will have to bear the ache of not being understood.
Ouch, Painfull!!
Arrival
When I arrived at the airport in Curaçao on April 8th, Donald came to pick me up. He brought me to his house where I could stay for the month that I am here. I am thankful for that.
But once we arrived at his house he said: “So, here is soap and shampoo, there is the shower and give me your shirts, you stink.”
PicRights & The Sound of Silence
On my website, VrolijkWeerZien, I host a variety of content paired with many pictures to help explain how the eye works. When I started, I simply used images I found on the web.
A Beach Hike
I just thought: let’s go to a random place. I picked Soto, a small village in Curaçao.
I caught the bus and got out. Hot… pffft.
What to Write?
What to write is not so difficult. But how authentic, or how much will I withhold? I read the boek from Tamara Valkenier.
Dear Diary
Every scar is a sentence I can read
Every silence echoes what I need
I kept running, but the past ran fast
Building walls from memories that lastDear Diary, tonight I choose to fight
I’ll turn my wounds into my light
Being Carried
I feel carried by the universe. I know this can sound a bit strange, but it is a kind of flow I’ve felt since October/November 2025.
The Passport Affair
The last weeks I left my passport on the same place. Because this was the one thing I should not forget or get lost in any way.
