hold my hand.

As I just arrive home, not tired, not relaxed, I'm writing this while listening to some old and very beautiful songs by Sade.

Havn't been listening to her in a long while, knowing I can almost cry when hearing 'Your Love is King'. Oh, the amazing love-songs she once made make me wonder if I ever will meet, not to mention, find, someone who can steal my heart and blow my mind. And if so, for once, he feels completely the same way.


I'd figured on the bike-ride home.. The better my work and all is going, the more I feel the need to have someone by my side. And maybe, just maybe, at this age, I shouldn't be such an oldy by thinking this, instead I should be flirting and having fun. But in a way, all I want is someone to hold my hand. My escape from the two worlds I live in. My rock.

But maybe, just like many others, things should be just the way they are. And maybe, just maybe, I already met him, just maybe, the time is not right. So instead of kicking my brain, not to mention my heart, I should go to bed now. But if Santa does excist, I hope he reads this, ha. Otherwise a black xxl Birkin Bag would be fine aswell, haha.


And oh, maybe, maybe, again, I can make a big deal out of this. In the end it's like, reminding me of wat Sigmund Freud once said: 'Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.' Knowing sometimes things are just the way they are. So, done for tonight. Did had a lovely day shooting with Viviane Sassen again and dinner and a powernap or two at Chriz his place. Oh, and ofcourse Multisexi for a bit. Fuck, I have to work tomorrow, within a small few hours. Ha.

Goodnight all. Goodnight. x


Ps. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.