I wrote my wish list for last year on a plane back to Amsterdam (Jan 1st 2020):
I want to move weightless
Even when the whole world strains my back
To fill the space between words
With boundless time.
I want to rise mountains,
With a whisper;
To learn to wait
Not counting time…
Just one stretched moment.
I want to feel everything without being touched
To live between many perspectives and none.
I want to want nothing,
For a day or two,
And then…
I want to want everything again.
They say that goals should be specific and measurable 
, but I’ve always been the stubborn type, who likes to walk against the horizon. I don’t know how to move weightless. Yet. But I’ve learned how to cook . I cannot rise mountains with a whisper, but I bought so many plants that my room has its own weather system 
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Halfspoken 