I put myself up here for ongoing true inspiration.

Two months into activity, I've created some intense writings in my journal, my fantasy vibrating, whispers in your brain, sourcing; thanks to all those who've met me online, so far. Weeks later I find myself stuck on chapter 21 of a story that got into my mind but no input for bridging that gap.

Maybe you can track yourself; don't be afraid to get lost; my words are set into a traceable grid with clear coordinates to hang on to and hey just enjoy a few moments of being out of it. It's safe, I can assure you.

Meanwhile I try to work hard on my eternal bliss and will not bore you with other details.

I try to live in harmony,
and not get lost.
Meanwhile, I search for beautiful stones which will focus myself on my place in time and universe.

Lots
Let's skip this stuff and find out for yourself. I get tired from these boring questions. No offense.

Dreaming I can be what I want to be on a continuous scale.

My eyes are the first thing people notice.
I feel attractive and prefer to shine.

'My energy' - real? plagiate? or 'Kunstkop'?

It is impossible to list my favorite books because this is subject to constant change as I read a lot.
Am (for now) especially interested in those who manage with few words to move the reader. E.g.: Gerbrand Bakker (Dutch writer) with 'Perenbomen bloeien wit' (Peartrees blossum white) and 'Boven is het stil' (Upstairs there's silence).
Pascal Mercier with Nightrain to Lissabon is a deep but beautifully written book.
Michel Houllebecq manages to move the reader with a perfect sense for putting us in time.

Films:
Kieslowski - Dekalog,
Eija Liisa Athilla - Love is a treasure -

Music:
Anything ranging from complete (electrical) silence and thus natural sounds to hardcore beats.

Food: a deserter vegetarian that still has a tendency for simple natural food. Get a 'high' from planting, caring, harvesting and consuming from my own little garden.

I have a special thing with moss - maybe because it's so soft and comes in a multitude of beautiful, fine forms.

my love for life as I live it with
my son, stones, sex, sun, and the inner shudders of my creativity
thinking and dreaming

'How to get out of here'
Awareness
the past, the present and the future

other things; unable to to let you touch on those in words.

I have no typical Friday night to try to be typical

uh, of what are we being accused of here?
Strong will?

You think we can exchange meaningful things.