I should not write this…

I have a super busy schedule these days, yet I’m hardly finding my motivation. This heat is  killing me and my concentration. I’m procrastinating a lot! Help! I feel that I’m working at half of my capacity and it’s really frustrating. I can’t work and neither sleep decently. No air conditioning here. There’s no breathable…

A leap of faith 

Today was the first time when the painful ghost of the Past could not hurt me anymore. I planted seeds of faith in my heart, they shine through my wounds and comfort me. From now on I will climb on the ruins I’ve created and close all the open wounds.  I have God in my…

Self help “medicine” for the soul

I’m going through a strange phase of my life towards the great Unknown. So strange that I can’t even tell whether I’m suffering of depression or not. I have days and days. Some days I’m up in seventh heaven, full of dreams and hopes some days I’m deep down in my darkest nightmare. All my…

Dream breakers are heartbreakers 

My eyes are sore and red, washed out by a sudden storm. Delusion and disappearing. I feel them so strongly that my whole body aches. Can you imagine your dreams and plans collapse under your feet? Your reality being hit by an unpredicted disaster?  Thinking that nothing can comfort you? Consuming yourself to the point…

Midnight symphony 

 I’m writing in the dark, to share pieces of my heart with whoever is willing to receive them, piece by piece, one by one. I’m lying in my bed with the window wide-open, embraced by soft covers and fresh air sneaked in through the curtains. It’s raining in a soothing symphony. Every cell of my…

Haunted midnight

No chocolate, just me an my Fears tonight. Determined and stubborn to stick together. We avoid eye contact, knowing that such a reckless act would bring an end to our harmonious relationship, would shed some light in the dark night. We despise each other yet depend on each other and we like darkness. Dark chocolate….

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It’s past midnight in an Eastern European country. 2017, checked in a vintage calendar. White night ahead and behind. I’m eating dark chocolate, melting in the light of a orange scented candle. Perfect. Just the way this blog is not meant to be. I’m writing in another language than my mother tongue. After all which is…