I am interminably asking myself: What matters? What freaking matters? Pain, loneliness, love, disappointment, staying alive, enabling your strength, wins… We try to hide who we are, we play games, we do all that is in our power to drain ourselves to mask it all, to not stay awake, to not understand who that is … Continue reading Open-closed, you’re welcome nowhere
We've all been told to excel and achieve our potential. But we are surrounded by ways and ideologies on how to be average or below. They want to obscure our view by deforming our perspectives, dressing them in the <<must have, must be, must see>>. Is this new information? I am sure it's not. Some … Continue reading Truth with a Twist
Are we too much? In bed, covered with my blanked while a hot tear is spreading to my neck. In my mind there are only noises: shattered glasses of expectations, bombs of disillusionment, heavy waves of insecurities and numerous stitches of heartbreak. I feel how my heart cries, making my eyes water. I close them … Continue reading TOO MUCH
She gave up on love. She got burnt too many times and decided to stop wanting or looking for it, until eventually she was at peace with it. ‘Finally’, she said as a tear cornered her eye. ‘I am enough, I will be happy and grateful for my life!' She started praying for a better … Continue reading Giving up on love
Why does the moon light up the sea, When it can’t reach it? Why does the sea wash up the sand, When it can’t clean it? Why does your touch feel so real, When you are gone? And whenever I think of you, Your human eyes have become stars. Why does the moon glow on … Continue reading Distant but together
You’ve seen, You’ve touched, You’ve tasted, And you’ve smiled. You’ve spoken, You’ve listened, And you wept once. I looked at you, You looked at me, And we both knew. I’ve felt, I’ve lived, And I’ve been reborn. And in the silence, with clarity, It all made sense. It's a we this time, We breathe again, … Continue reading Breathe and…
Beauty... ahh, the long look in the mirror, gasping while you see the irregularities: extra skin or fat, double chin, too many wrinkles, and the list goes on. It's too easy to spot the wrong, the unnecessary and imperfect. Strangely enough, to some it becomes a challenge to see the good and authentic qualities. Someone … Continue reading Beauty?
I am alive but not awake. I want to love but I only break, And I shiver under your touch Even though I miss him so much. Others have tried to fix me Thinking I and he make a ‘we’. But my world is shattered into pieces, And no matter what he does, he loses. … Continue reading Uneven
You look at him, but he is different. 'How has he changed?' you wonder. He was a stranger, an acquaintance that would bring a few wrinkles in the form of smiles. Another illusion dressed up as a disposable thrill...except he isn't. You wake up the next morning and he is still in your bed. 'Wait … Continue reading Awake
Poker? Yes, because life resembles a game of poker. Some think poker is all luck, that it's easy, complicated, even rigged. Constantly underestimating it, hating it when it doesn't go their way, still getting pumped with each hand dealt. When you think you have it, you don't. You read the rules and follow them, make … Continue reading Poker
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