A Raw Piece of Memory.

“Bad stuff happens sometimes.” I put my coffee cup on small brown table in front of my cozy couch and start watching out of the glass window. It’s beautiful this evening and the ocean is so calm and familiar today. I still remember her, her face, her big bright eyes sparkling when she smiles, her […]

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Same as before we set apart.

One day we will meet each other for sure, when the stars will be out shining & bright but envious – of our light. Then we both will sit together and feel all the tiredness we had in searching for each other, our sad, weary hearts will start to talk and the silence will scream. […]

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Neither good nor bad, I am lost somewhere in between.

I’m cold and sour sometimes; sometimes ostensibly fleecy like snow. Drowning sometimes under the veneer of memories while sometimes swaying over the ocean all alone. Sometimes I run away to defy these hollow conventions and then being pulled back again with my laborious soul. I am starving severely for love at moments and sometimes crave […]

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