I am nothing, indeed. In front of the mountains and in front of the oceans that I've seen, I am nothing. The immensity of my soul, however, can conquer in some of the days, the depths of the skies and water. But I am nothing, really, because I can not put into words, just how … Continue reading Nothing
There is a new dimension I fall into whenever I return home.Its almost as if I go through a portal where not only I find remnants of the days, but also the inspiration to paint a colorful future. I blend into the shades of the sky and the forest and I feel almost as a … Continue reading Return to Paradise
― Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father's Advice to His Son “If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, … Continue reading If: A Father’s Advice to His Son
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
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?
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
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
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.
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, 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