How do we allow to die in the midst of our soul blossoming ? How do we not cry anymore, nor we think that the sky is more wonderful that all the things we've invented? Where are my days when I painted my mind with dancing thoughts? I die and come alive every day and … Continue reading When I do not belong
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Who are we when we are not who we are?
Authenticity is home to the heart; a cozy room where all your experiences, passions, failures can wander naked, scream the love and call out the injustice. Expressing emotion can be one of the most thrilling, rewarding experiences in the world. Unleashing that unspoken that has sunk deep, rooted in a nowhere part of your body. … Continue reading Who are we when we are not who we are?
Becoming
I wanted to be perceived as beautiful. I wanted my eyes and lips and neckline to be mesmerising and sweet and tempting. I would observe myself in the mirror and contemplate how my cheekbones blend in with my round, hazel eyes. I took pride in my tall figure and walked it bold and entitled. Shoes … Continue reading Becoming
Now I lay my night to sleep
Sunsets are still singing to me, curving their long arms around my chest, clutching my heart then breaking into its monotonus twirling. The colours turn from talkative to serene to complete stillness. They speak into me the life that I have lost by fulfilling my now-resented dreams. What I hate most about my life is … Continue reading Now I lay my night to sleep
Alive I am. Still.
It has become very easy to die in this world while being alive. Just spend enough time with the wrong people and you will have some of your best features peeled off and then replaced with horrendous moods. It has become so natural to walk mindlessly, without observing the miracle of life. Sometimes, it feels … Continue reading Alive I am. Still.
No country for grown ups
And if today I could move anywhere, I would choose to move into a cotton throw. One that lays always near the chimney. A lenghty, stripped, wool blankie, with a burn mark and a warm, familiar smell. We would hug each other on a wooden chair and wait for the radio to share its afternoon … Continue reading No country for grown ups
My dear winter
My dear winter, you called me saying that you'll keep me warm under your sheets, that your walls will mould themselves around me. You said your hills are silent and no one will even dare to speak. Dear winter, I thought I came to forget but I came only to remember more. You wrapped me … Continue reading My dear winter
How much do you remember?
I forgot how music can often peel off those layers of "what I have to become" revealing the one I always needed to be. I forgot how the wind can take the shape of a long, heavy gown, while the sky becomes a silky cleavage adorned with shimmers. I forgot how the grass changes its … Continue reading How much do you remember?
Woman me up!
More than money, I wanted peace. More than attention, I wanted respect. More than being right, I wanted to be understood. More than looking beautiful, I wanted to feel happy. More than seem strong, I wanted to feel courageous. More than being given things, I wanted to be gifted time. More than being approved , … Continue reading Woman me up!
Greatful for all the moments I have yet to live
I look up. Heavy textured clouds seem to blend in with the ash colored neighborhood, wrapping the trees with a pleasant stillness. It's warm and I feel immersed into the balmy weather. Midday... April, maybe May. I look at all the people who pass me by, holding sacks with groceries, stridently moving and chattering. I … Continue reading Greatful for all the moments I have yet to live
