donderdag 26 mei 2011

song



A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then, it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart


By Florence and the Machine 'Cosmic Love'

vrijdag 20 mei 2011

Home

When you ask someone about their home, they'll tell you about their house.

For some people there home/house is a castle.


For others it's a tiny hut.


And some people prefer to have their home/house on wheels.



But what makes something your home?
Is it the house you live in? The area that your house is in? Or the people you share your house with?


Another requirement of what home is, is that you feel safe there. At ease, comfortable and basicly don't wanna leave that place, or that feeling. A safe haven, somewhere where you'll know no-one will hurt you. A place you can always go back to. Where you can have friends over, or be there all by yourself. Your own little bubble where you can walk around naked when you want to, cry whenever you feel like it. 

And can you have more 'homes' then 1? Not as in buildings, but as in what that word 'home' means to you?

I've lived in my town all my life. It's a lovely town. I feel safe, it's familair, I really do feel at home. Within that town I recently moved house. It took me some but I now do love my new house. It's smaller then the old one, and I love that it's so cosy! It's my little safe haven. I love being at home.
So for me this is my home: this new house in this town.
I can't see myself living anywhere else. With 1 exception.

Ever since I was a teenager I love Engeland. I have a real passion for that country. I love going there. I've seen quite a few places in England. But no where near enough. My fave city is London. I call it my second home. And it really is. Not because of how often I go there, as I don't go there often enough. But because of how I feel when I'm there. Whenever I've been to London and I come home, I'm so moody for 2 or 3 days. And it's getting worse. Last time I got back I had real trouble getting back intom my normal routine. I did not want to leave that place. It's my home, it's where I fel safe and where I wanna be. I so desperately wanted to pick up my son and take the first plane back to London.
We (my friend and I) decided we would go back to The Netherlands for 'an extended periode of time'. I like the way that sounds.
I wish I could live in London for a few years...maybe never leave. London really is a home for me. I feel at home there. Safe and comfortable. When I'm there, I don't want to go back to The Netherlands, no matter how much at home I feel here.




Maybe one day, I'll be going there, without a return ticket.......