Stimuli

The only currency that people actually possess is time. Time, in the sense of our own, personal time we have to spend on the Planet. So it becomes of crucial importance whom and what do we spend our time on. There is no refund for the time spent. There is no contract offered to loan…

A way to be

The morning light was yet demanding. There was a taste in my mouth of something long gone. I did not know how the story was supposed to go from now on, but the morning light was demanding action. I really wanted to refuse the world in those empty mornings but that was not a way…

right where

In any case, for me being published means being in excruciating pain and saying it out loud. Тhat is a form of bravery in my world. It was never about the possible popularity or the attention of my acquaintances, or the questions everyone would start to ask. It was about being able to communicate all the…

In any case

It’s not really about the ground or the neutral state of consciousness of the mob. In any case many people spend most of their lives thinking about nothing in particular and talking about the same. Many people spend most of their lives imitating love and ignoring the same. Trading love for attention or need and…

too

Too close to my skin. I’m falling in the borderline. A fitting representation of two souls as one.  

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It’s truly a stasis. Hold big thoughts and spend them on nothing. The doors are closing now, run to the window. I will await down to catch your spilled feelings.

Soul Disconnected

That’s not me who you see. That’s where I live. It’s not me who walks on those sidewalks, who goes up and down the stairs. It’s not me who crosses the street. It’s not me who looks at you. It’s what I look through. It’s where I live now. That’s where my eternity is put…

simply

Comfort is the feature of the closed mind. A voice it is, they say. It is not even a whisper anymore, if you ask me. My mind is gambling with `yes` and `no`. Oh, what a performance of doubt. Simply, there are people who are worthy to suffer for. But don’t take the short cut,…

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A water that shares too many seas. A sea that shares too many shores. Cruelly, Love.

the land

How many times I’ll have to break myself before my pieces are all gone…You should make up your mind now, because my attitude towards your indecision will end up in an unpleasant way. My words stay silent sometimes, my pen, though, won’t spare you what you deserve. What troubles you you deal with by noon…