Amsterdam, 3AM
It was well past 3 in the morning when the last client left and for the first time...
Read confessionTempting confessions, dangerous memories and unfinished stories I should have never left where you could find them.
The kind of things I should have kept to myself.
It was well past 3 in the morning when the last client left and for the first time...
Read confessionSaturday night, the club was packed, the air heavy and sticky, the music vibrating through your chest so...
Read confessiona memory May 1st is that kind of day when everyone pretends life is simple, that everything is...
Read confessionI don't feel like talking anymore. I have no one to talk to. My mouth has said enough today. It smiled forcedly, whispered nonsense, uttered names...
Read the one they came back forThe things I said too quietly to disappear.
Read the long confessions, taste the short scraps or open everything in the order I left it behind.