• Abyss of thoughts

    I pretend for a moment that there is no insensibility around me

    I pretend for a moment that there is no insensibility around me. I pretend that is so wonderful to wake up and look through the window. I’m thinking about the relativity of that same happiness and I realize that I can only rely on my own. Nobody else will hand me over happiness. Behind that, there’s always some hidden intention, unfortunately, so today I say that it doesn’t exist, that there’s honesty in everyone and everything. I pretend that this world is full of love and that there’s something worth living, that there’s no unnecessary hatred and unreasonable condemnation. We all deserve to be loved the way we are, and…

  • Abyss of thoughts

    We will become only a photograph

    We grow up. So quickly and seamlessly, life passes before our eyes as a black and white photograph in some virtual form, too detailed, yet blurred and empty. That kind of photo we would always remember, keep, and remove dust from it. Alive and too important, worth everything and filled with everything that we are, all that we haven’t been, all that we wanted to become. It includes all those people who have either been a lesson or a gift, all those dark nights and days filled with true happiness, years of experiences, success, failure, discovering ourselves at different times as different people, but essentially the same. That photo has…

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