Testing

Yesterday, I realized that quite a few things around me do not have a name. 

Ex-man, puppy, my profession...

Things are in motion, fluid.

Changing.

This used to define me:

‘Everything I ever let go off has scratch marks all over it’

Hanging on for dear life…

Luckily, this is changing too.

'What is yours' can never be taken away. What can be taken never was yours' in the first place.'

What is mine is the joy in the moment.

Eva washing grapes.

All the matches that are still here, even after the Valentine is gone.

Strange mirror images.

And a quiet evening on my couch, listening to the crickets and watching Lola catching moths.

Lots of love,