Journal
2025
Fragments
I don't judge anything.
Everything consists of fragments.
Everything breaks into pieces. And disappears.
The words move away from the body.
Like layers of overlaying shadows.
Like stench and nausea.
Like flows that have been under water for too long and crumble.
Like a part of my flesh that decomes unnoticed.
Dissolve the encrusted feelings.
2024
Flowers
A bloom once bright, now wilts in dawn’s hush,
soft petals curling, whispering time’s gentle sigh.
The wind does not mourn, nor the sun pause— yet something remains in the withering, in the fading, in the quiet surrender to the earth below.
2024
Caress of water
Whispers glide on silver streams,
a gentle touch where sunlight gleams.
Soft ripples dance on quiet shores,
Embracing earth as it gently soars.
Cool fingers trace the stony bed,
Where secrets linger, dreams are fed.
In every drop, a world to find, a tender caress, both calm and kind.
2024
It’s Been Cloudy Lately
It’s been cloudy lately, thoughts like misted glass,
blurring edges, losing shapes, as moments drift and pass.
Memories wade through shadows, half-seen, then disappear, a whisper lost in the silence, a scream no one can hear.
The sun feels far, unreachable, behind this heavy haze,
but somewhere, light still lingers, and waits to part the maze.
11/07 - 21
New Collection Wasteland
Day after day,
we're stuck - nor breath, nor motion.
Water, water everywhere,
nor any drop to drink.
16/05 - 21
New Collection Reckoning
Look out the window.
Through the thick black glass,
I hope you look out properly.
Almost sincerely?
Turn away from the mirror and look out the window.
Listen to that noise?
It’s your conscious knocking.
The glass never breaks though,
you’ve ignored it for so long.
It fed of your insolence,
it ceased to be beaten down with love and humility,
and it ceased to be weak to them.
It fumed up sooty smoke,
like your temper and ignorance,
clogging your view to reality.
It turned hiked just like your ego hype.
It made you blind and self centered.
Everything you promised you’d never be.
Only you could get rid of it.
Honestly, almost sincerely, will you?
Will you break it down and listen to the universe screaming.
Redemption, compassion, love and hope?
Forgiveness, repentance, patience and faith?
It will scream you awake!
Strike you down from all your glory,
for everyone to see.
On your knees it’ll make you repent.
It'll make you swallow your pride
and make you plow your heart out.
It'll pound on you till all that's left
on the ground is blood and fucking bones.
In every life there comes a day of reckoning, a time when unsettled scores demand retribution, and our own lies and transgressions are finally laid bare.
25/10-20
New Collection "Devotion"
This collection is a ode to the creative spirit. Some say the creative life is about ideas, others say it is in doing. To me it is the love of something - that all that can be done with the overflow is to create. As we dive into our creativity, this wild and mysterious spirit is creating us in return and filling us with love. It is not a matter of wanting to, not a singular act of will - one solely must!
23/11-19
Silence...
Listen!
Can you hear the whistle blowing?
Can you see the colors shifting?
Can you taste the peaches sweetness?
Your heart is calling for something.
New Collection "Tabula Rasa" out now!
19/08-18
New Collection "Solace" out now!
10/03-18
Click here to watch the teaser for the collection "We are All & Nothing".