Theme: NIGHT FEELS

Freya von Bulow
3 min readDec 13, 2020

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12.12.2020

At night … what does everything feel like?

Lying naked on the bed being pleasured?

Feels like liquorice and paper and kale and bitter pineapple

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Het Vinger op de Tijd

Aardbei gezicht en reguloos

Geen verassing of minder geboot

Wat heb jij gevoelt

Vandaag

Het vinger op de tijd

Maar heeft een leuke mer

Geen minder verhaal vertellt

Naar de land

Ik kun niet mer

Zeggen

Het vinger op de tijd

Tijdelijke woender

Wie erg straks gelieft

Jij vind allemal geroept

In de wind

Het vinger op de tijd

Nergens

Verbergen

Hun gezicht

Heelemaal

Verminder

Loos

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Having an orgasm?

Feels like hot cardboard scrunched up in my ears

Listening to Jones snoring?

Feels like moss and sheets of paper and tarmac

My tongue?

Feels like warm slug and black tea and plastic

His hand on the inside of my thigh?

Feels like fir and sail and peach

Being hungry?

Feels like hot dry sour biscuit in my throat

Breathing?

Feels like cold white tiles and …

Listening to a plane?

Feels like curled metal and hard grey cotton wool

My crossed legs?

Pine cones and lemon

It has begun. The future is here …

Jones is heading toward an insane job offer. Only 4 weeks ago none of this would’ve been even remotely visible. I am literally stepping into my vision. I remember when we first got together his ex girlfriend sent me a message on FB warning me that he will never change and what I wanted no future. I could not say.

But I saw something. A glimpse. Like a toothless prospector standing in filthy long johns in an Alaskan creek sifting through mud. At times the struggle was overwhelming but once I made a resolve, everything started falling into its place more rapidly than I could’ve have imagined. The nuggets are appearing at a faster rate and in larger sizes.

There is my wealth.

Now I finally understand the power of intentions, goals and deadlines.

Or more like wants and deadlines.

My deadline was 31st December. It was boom or bust. I really wanted this to happen but I was also as happy to walk away. I think this is the key!!!

During the Business Master it was all about goals and deadlines.

Marketing goals

Production goals

Funding goals

And it completely stressed me out. I loathed setting goals because it would brutally show me the extend of lack of skills and time and resources I had and the abundance of hard work ahead of me. It was painful and too much responsibility.

With Jones, however, the responsibility lay with him. Get your shit together or I walk. I love you deeply and I have absolute faith in us because I had a vision but I am not messing about. All or nothing.

THIS IS IT!

If I approached ANY business venture like this, like a lover, it will happen!!!

Vision

Mission

Faith

Love

Intuition

And not taking responsibility but relaxing into it, into the challenge.

Of course it will be work but it will be intuitively performed. Inspired. And therefore fun. I’m a sucker for that.

A cocksucker. For fun.

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Freya von Bulow
Freya von Bulow

Written by Freya von Bulow

AMSTERDAM DIARIES 2020+ Daily Philosopher Notes — Alchemy of Words. Creative Direction & Life Concept Creator

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