by Dilyana Hristova
We are at the end of time. I scarce too many lives, but I don’t want to be a repeat of the fool I was before. The pills don’t work anymore, unexpected things happen and I cannot know the weight of my life until I free myself from all those things. Into the more I… Continue reading selcouth
We are here not endlessly but carelessly. It’s all a trapped energy, a secret never known. All my thoughts I tried not to share, you make them come out, but I can’t say that you care. I’ve been in you before.
Outside their frame, is where they concentrate the blame. But it is never the same, when you know the wheel is not spinning. It is you that I am calling. I can’t have it all on my own. I need to share - every silence, dream and stare. You cannot be compared to anything that… Continue reading a note
He needed not clear his heart for he knew what was inside of it. He needed to clear his head. She tried to help. But her words left only rehearsed and the meaning was not meant to be accepted. 'If that's what you want', she spoke, 'well, you can have it. I don't want to sail… Continue reading need not
You call yourself a writer? Go write then, don't complain about the lack of inspiration. You want to be a writer? Then you'll have to sacrifice something, your love mainly...Be prepared to be rejected, ignored, don't-minded, underestimated, looked down to, only because you are truthful and sincere in your life. In your life…what about your… Continue reading You call yourself a writer? Go write then!
Have you no idea that I am in deep? Or you wonder where’s that place? You smile? I suppose it’s because you know we are the same. Our state where hate is love and love is hate. Where words are music. And music is just a sound in the presence of your words. I am… Continue reading Claro
Just don't hold anything against me. Unless you decide to be with me. You left the room with my candles still burning and your thoughts yet mourning. I put on your smell and lit a cigarette. I didn't want to let us both go to waste. Linger on. Fragments. It was all so so nigh… Continue reading Attack on soul
All I ever got was this burning cigarette that is never enough and those faulty circumstances that are making everything so tough.
It's better to love desperately than to hate sincerely.
