I have never learned how to make myself understood or what should I manifest in some of my interactions. How much it should be given, how much should I expect to be returned? Most of the times, I would just tangle between my personalities, being uncertain if I should have any boundaries, if I should… Continue reading On the edge of my own nonsense
"[...]what are you?" She asked with a cried, fainted voice, pulling her eyes out from the cushions. "You know me. I am your forever friend, you prayed for me. I am now deserted in the woodden box you keep in the attic, between the pages of an old journal." She thought she might be dreaming… Continue reading You are mine to save
I have become universal, longing for extrodinary, astonishment, fearing nothing else than a manipulative Self that can drive me to destruction. I strive to kill my Ego, to not be led by a wrecked mind and make the difference between what should be kept and what should be left. People want me predictible, obedient and… Continue reading Midnight blend
1. We start listening very late in our life. Most of it, we are just waiting for our turn to speak. 2. Most of the things we buy, will become soon clutter that will be shoved into all the cracks of our house. On the way to the place we will settle for the rest of… Continue reading 10 Lessons My Twenties Have Taught Me
"The grand essentials to happiness in this life are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for." George Washington I know that happines may seem an exquisite emotion these days and it may feel that consistent work should be done until you will be bathed in its magic potion. That ... until… Continue reading 40 things that make me happy
My night in complete inner silence. Far away from clutter. Under the gentle voice of compassion. For myself first. I watched recently Good Will Hunting. I have seen it years ago but at that time I little understood the unspoken script, the words that would meet in a Universe of glimpses and the story that can… Continue reading When being good is as bad as being bad
I smile. I leave. I look back. Follow the feathers brought by the September wind, see where my wing has been lost for my flight has now become a clumsy walk. I am missing from my sky; my angels are raining over the world thinking that I am astray forever. I am hearing horns calling… Continue reading What to do with a broken wing?
They’ve told me to bleed if I want to write good. They’ve told me that whatever truth I have, must be said loudly. How do I feel about that? I used to think that it’s like me getting undressed in front of a crowd of people, waiting for them to decide whether my body corresponds… Continue reading Is it the right thing to do?
Holding fire and flying over the hills … My burning desires as a child. None of them has happened. But the mystery of the flame has been left untouched, the beauty of the flying creatures has still no match. There are things that we should explore from faraway, and feel grateful while only contemplate their… Continue reading Do we really have to conquer it all ?
If you are safe? Never. If you are in control? I’m laughing inside. Never… not even a drop, not a step, not the flutter of your lashes, not even your eyeballs running from one scenery to another, not your mind making up bright ideas, not my fingers now unleashing emotions alike with yours. Thinking that me… Continue reading Why are you not safe and why it does not matter ?