Divided

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My 5 year young niece made this for me the other day and I was a bit surprised. I’ve never told her how I feel, yet she knew my heart is divided, as it is my home. Home is London but it’s also Cluj. I am me but also my self. Realising now the empathy of a 5 year old is stronger than any therapist’s. They don’t even ask questions, they just feel you.

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#love series (2)

but what about that feeling you have when it suddenly hits you: giving so much love away, spreading love all around, emptying yourself and still feeling useless afterwords. when you realise you need that love back. giving it to the world but reaching for a balance somehow, somewhere. craving for mad love, basically for your love – of yourself – back. searching for it in others. The Other. the Almighty Other. Feeling ashamed for this craving but knowing you are entitled to it.