driving down the road of my existence

suddenly directions became unclear

struggling from ghastly fog to my safe pathway

am I or are yóu ghost riding down here?


writing down essentials of existence

I’m overcome with tidal wave of fear

so blurry whatever I was first so sure of

am I or are yóu ghost-writing just here?


colliding universes of existence

a big bang or a fusion coming near?

is it some ghost to better be afraid of?

or just your spirit whispering in my ear…





gedachten, die meer dan vluchtig wilden zijn ….