I had a word once. It had a sound to it, something like ‘hell’, but a bird took it away, on an extravagant long journey. By doing so, this bird gave the word freedom. It took the bird quite some courage to carry a word on its wings to a faraway place, ‘cause words can sometimes harass. All of this happened while I was writing lyrics for my music. Lyrics about serendipity and happiness. But what I found was, that without that one word the bird took, I was left with ten estranged, lonely and utterly unrelated words. Words that should be together, somehow, in one Blog post. The blog post you write on a Saturday evening, sipping wine, while synchronicity feels lost.