• Prose,  Written literature | Author's writings

    Let me tell you a secret

    Let me tell you a secret. She doesn’t want to be a writer. Her rotating fantasy multiplied with the number of years she has, in which she is 15 and lying in a hospital bed, tubes stuck in her small chest, faces of broken glass smiling at her, telling her that she will be successful and become someone adored. Cold…

  • Poetry,  Written literature | Author's writings

    The Wind

    I will disappear with the wind, one day. I’ll become the wind in the late evening. I will be a part of untouched freedom, I will become that same freedom; I will allow its freedom to free me. One day I will disappear, I will leave numerous traces, on evening walks; in the early mornings, I will become the most…

  • Abyss of thoughts,  Written literature | Author's writings

    Delusion

    Everything in my stomach is turning upside down at the thought that some people fill themselves with pain and with anger, convincing themselves that it was love. They train themselves to endure the worst storms, they work to devote their entire lives to someone. Someone that love can’t describe, someone who can’t be love…

  • Prose,  Written literature | Author's writings

    The Ecstasy

    The state in which the experience of supernatural enthusiasm dominates, the feeling of endless joy, the highest level of excitement in which a person appears to be leaving the body, loses consciousness and merges with the absolute. Ecstasy as a paranormal game where we find ourselves in the darkest places. We love darkness, but we search for a bright spot,…

  • Poetry,  Written literature | Author's writings

    The shadow of a significant man

    I watched Death, on the side, admiring her, but I never dared to approach her. She seemed so untouchable, so intact and innocent. And then I felt her, so imminent; the bone cavity persistently echoed her name. I could smell her skin. That smell was impossible to ignore. She took me with her, with her thoughts and inside them. I…

  • Prose,  Written literature | Author's writings

    Bare to the core

    She believes that violence over the existence and perseverance in every emotion somehow needs to be continually earned- even to be deserved. She enjoyed her ability to take away his metaphorical inner extremities with ease. Feeling complete fulfilled her, in a way only he could identify with. He grabbed her hair and tied it with barbed wire of lust and…