The way I see it, fashion is a way of expressing not only our personalities but our Souls, our whole being into clothing.

Every now and then, satisfying our craving for some impurities is alright. Let it be candy, soft drinks, alcohol, coffee, cigarettes, ice cream, excessive dancing and even McDonald’s.

Here I am; Moving back in order to move forward.

skipping rope - heavy

Why do people take their laptops out in the tube? It’s like their thoughts are not enough anymore.

This is dedicated to old friends, to new friends, to the little ones, so little they can’t see themselves. I want to grow; too.

Here I am, 2:29 am with unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep again after my mom scared the hell out of me with a random call at around midnight. I’ve tried everything… well, everything in my power right now. I don’t have sleeping pills, and right now, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or ummmm… I hear they can be quite addictive.

Many things went through my mind as I left my home to go and work in the snow. Many many things, not to mention a massive headache. but I ignored all that and kept on going. I ignored it and carried on. My mind can play tricks on me sometimes, most of the time I should say.

I’ve been feeling many things lately and doing lots for myself as well.

I have to admit, I love bittersweet things… which is why I like those weird fizzy candy, lemons, limes, pickles, ginger….etc….

I do.

Here I am, again one after the other, making up for those lost weeks hey…?. Just clarifying, I have been lost from here but not lost in life; I’ve found myself really. It feels good to be back from Lost and Found. It can be a very dark, lonely place, but in many cases necessary. My search for jobs is still there, whilst I’m doing lots and lots of music…

Life is such a learning experience, I tell you. But that’s matter for another post; or else I will never stop writing.

The truth is: I WILL NEVER STOP WRITING.

Love. Love. LOVE.

It’s a Friday night and I should be out with my friends having some fun or something, but I’m not. I’m home, wetting my shirt and pillow with my tears, so sick and lonely I can not explain. I can’t breathe, my head feels like it wants to explode and my heart… is so still I don’t know if I have one anymore.

It was 3rd of November and I was still lying on my bed when I probably shouldn’t have. “When is it going to stop?” I thought… Stop what? I still don’t know but can you make it stop?!!? Ahhh I remember, the weird dreams I mean, although they are alright’ Being me I can’t have anything but weird dreams. In my dream we were all eating fried chicken, fried plantains and sausages, all from the same pot.

It's the second of November, and here in London nature greets us with rain, wind, fallen leaves and a little bit of Love. It’s there, but we are sometimes too grumpy to appreciate it, so we let it fade away.

It’s Halloween tonight, but not a normal Halloween night, it's my brother’s 30th birthday. I wish I could be there. Now as we speak it's 9pm and here in London it's 1AM already. As everyone back in DR is celebrating his birthday, here I am, in my room; celebrating with him on my own.

Almost 6pm, sitting on my bed, with time slipping through my fingertips, and God knows, energy too; and I wonder, when is it going to stop? All the misery and hunger in the world. I still question myself everyday, and can’t really find the answer to my questions in anything other than in hugging a big fat tree.

It was yesterday night, and there I was, sitting on my bed, looking back at my day, and realised I didn’t do 1/3rd of the things I was meant to do that day, yet I did something else… I washed up. It was very scary, seeing how it was, all the way up to the ceiling… All the way up we carry our dirty thoughts, filled with fears and insecurities.

It was 7:45 this morning, I was of course cold and still half asleep outside Monument Station, and as I said goodbye to Evangelina, I started fast walking to catch the bus, and I fell right in front of it. I didn’t hurt myself too much, except my wrists and a bit of my pride; my hands are now black from the pavement.

Sometimes I wake up way too late, other times I don’t know what’s at stake, in finding happiness and love. My thoughts go a thousand miles per hour, or even a little faster. It doesn’t matter how much I crave… chocolate, there’s a voice that says to me: “Don’t change your life for peanuts, although they can be quite good.” I think faster than how I write, keeping in mind that every now and then I eat my words, even if I’m full.

So many things have happened lately that I haven’t managed to write, maybe because there is so much to tell… Between life and yoga, I tell you, what an experience. but anyway I wanted to tell you a little story, the only thing is I can’t find it in my head. At least I haven’t lost my mind… yet.