I don’t like publishing those posts. They need to get out of me. It’s like spitting out water after brushing your teeth. Like nitpicking your teeth after a mouth-watering steak. Like removing the seat belt while parking the car. Like reaching for your keys while on the elevator. The following…

[A quote in the title huh? Sue me ! ] — 7 PM at a random coffee shop Earlier, around 6 PM, at home I felt like out of breath so did my mirror talk, did my breathing, slapped myself, and tried to own my shit. But you know, sometimes, sometimes nothing works sometimes you’re so IN, DEEPLY and no detachment…

Feeling stuck in the status quo Like you cannot defy circumstances You have skills and powers that just aren't very suited to your current fight And you never saw this coming And this is not what you planned And you know deep inside that you have millions of dreams in…

It can’t be the quarantine effect! And even if it was, this shit was inside. It has to get out! Or maybe not! Who knows? Anyways you’re here! You don’t need to know me to read this. It’s been almost a year since I wrote. It feels like a long time…

This will not go in a walk. This will not go in a talk. This will not go in a click. This will not go as we speak. How can you look ahead and see, A future without me? You keep your head up as we speak. You pretend not to…

This is not a poem. Nor romance. A green forest from far away. A green dark forest deep inside. A green thick forest full of trees. A green thick forest full of bleeding trees. A green thick forest with roots deep in hell. A green thick forest with trunks up…

Oi oi oi I know you miss me. I haven’t written in a while and I still don’t like publishing those notes. So enjoy, it’s a good one this one. Nobody at VEED paid me to write this, they pay me for being myself. …

This is not a romance. This is not a rant. This is a story of that kind of feeling, you can’t label. You know those moments when you’re staring at a glass of wine and your heart sinks down with a feeling? That feeling is what this is all about. …

This is just a personal interpretation or let’s say comparing two tastes that aren’t mutually exclusive! — The traveller’s mood keeps my inspiration flowing for more writing and you can take a guess about the past couple of months I was caught by the hectic cycle of working/finding a job. Yas, I’m back motherfuckers, I know you’ve missed me. I missed me! A year ago it was backpacking through India, South East Asia, embracing the nomadic life. …