A letter to all my brothers and sisters sitting in the middle of the barricades.Continue reading “Coming Back to Life”
Wouldn’t it be great to make every day a little sunnier and warmer?
Who could have anything against it?
Today we dug up some very special treasures…
Maybe the boat of a drunk sailor still finds home
Leaning over but never falling
Salty crust in his hair and day dreaming under the moon
She can’t breathe. Trying to gasp for air. A rope is tied around her throat. She tries to free herself. With every breath she feels the narrowness. The pulse stops when he touches her. Millions of insects crawl, crawl and spread over her body. When he slowly strokes her shoulder, each of her limbs shrugs.Continue reading “Thinkpiece: From The Fairy Tale of Fear”
A sea of sparrows lifts into the air. It was like the entire golden fields were reaching to the sky. We were all trying to see beyond them. Thousands and thousands of fleeting shadows cutting our sight. The chirping coming from all sides made it impossible to understand from where the screams where coming from. “Stay behind me, boys!!”- Tim screamed. Mile’s was behind me holding my shoulders. I did what Tim said. I could see in his eyes he was afraid but at the same time focused. I still don’t know what made me trust him up until that moment, and especially on that moment. “I won’t let anything happen to you, boys. Just stay put!” – He continued.Continue reading “Fiction: Golden Plains – Chapter III”
You said you wanted to spend so many more summers with me.
You wanted to see so much more.
“The world, in all its width.” You said.
You wanted to taste the salty taste of the ocean,
bathe in the sea of emotions.
You wanted to flee reality, to be everywhere,
but not with yourself. “So let’s go, now!” You wrote.
You have always been a fascination for me.
Fascinatingly beautiful and dangerous.
The something I remember the most is the sun.
It is most beautiful when we see his light through the reflections on the white marble walls, bouncing back and forth between them, a dance of light and life, and an ode to the dead who first saw how beautiful they could be. The thousands of sparrows and starlings pierced the diamond light, ignoring us simple creatures standing on the streets. What could we know? We couldn’t even feel the air rushing throw our feathers, the sun pointing us the direction on the next corner. We are mere stone statues for this enlightened beings. They know their way through life. We instead, battle with the little time we have to enjoy it, always finding excuses to be miserable. Happiness is a future thing. Always.
I always disagreed with my heart. It always pulled to dark end corners of my mind, where the impossible kept me afloat from the stillness of the life surrounding me. Always so behaved creatures, so controlled and straight. Mistreating and misbehaving the truth. The world needs more than the things it had so far. Change should be the ultimate goal on our minds.Read more
Cloud my day, fog my mind. Evaporating myself. Melt into you.
We two – one thing in common: Our emptiness.
I knew no breath, since it was yours.
No movement, since you ran.
Each of your words soaked in my body. Every anaesthetic grew into my skin. Continue reading “Fiction: Withdrawal”
Procrastination: Being trapped in a dream world that prevents us from living our dreams on the real one. My life so far was a steady monochord rhythm, two chords repeating day and night. I always thinking how the song would continue. As I turned my face to look at her on that spring afternoon, I heard the strings breaking.
No more music. No more nothing. My body went completely numb. Continue reading “Fiction: Spring of Life – Chapter II”