May 1, 2020

Clichés wouldn’t be clichés if they didn’t hold a big amount of truth.
A mourning process is indeed long and exhausting. Two years of intense and subtle moments went by. You feel like your life is getting back to normal, but an unexpected event can change that thought in one second. The surprise and sometimes frustration about you still being in the beginning of that process can be overwhelming. A rare, sudden crying fit that you didn’t foresee in one hundred years demonstrates the heaviness. The night ends with you repeating those same thoughts over and over again: “I miss her so much”,”it hurts”, which feels like a relapse. On the other hand, you often bring up memories without shedding a tear or happily look at pictures. That quite summerizes the passed time. 

I wrote “Pink streets” around February 2019, but the title existed for a much longer time. Japanese cherry trees grow in many streets of Ghent, including the area nearby her hospital. Mid April 2018 I biked from the city centre to her ward. Summer weather and flowery fragrances characterized my route. The streets had a magical pink color. I entered her painful, grey room and I had a hard time holding back my tears. I felt angry and powerless. 

I'd love to thank my friends Artan Buleshkaj and Daan Demeyer for helping me out with this track of her. Thanks to Jesse for helping me with the mix of the song.

Pink Streets

May 1, 2019
It has been a year of contradictions.
I am torn but also grateful for so much love.
I find her in everything but I can never feel her again.
I finally decide to publicly share my/her songs.
For now, every now and then I’ll drop some songs on this page. Maybe later I’ll arrange the songs more, maybe I’ll make an album. That I don’t know yet.

Pink Streets

Tracks of her