15 Oct 2019
Poetry

Alone 

Most of us live in big cities full of lights, people, sounds, colors and dreams, and most of the time this would make us feel comfortable and secure, as if we belong to something bigger and very important. However, sometimes the bright lights look cold as ice, the crowds seem astonishingly disinterested in one’s ups and downs, and the vivid dreams turn into terrible nightmares. This is when we realize that the world could be an incredibly lonely place where one’s reality is twisting and turning.

Essays

Late Night Thoughts 

“Late Night Thoughts” is a piece of writing I wrote one night lying in bed when I suddenly grabbed a pen and started pouring down some words and incoherent thoughts. I wasn’t sure what had become out of this, but it actually made a lot of sense to me when I read it. Hope it makes just a speck of sense to you.

Poetry

Upon My Grave 

Would you remember me if I was gone? Would you read my letters and poems thinking about the moments we never had, imagining we could have another chance – in another life, on another planet, at a different time? Don’t answer, don’t.

Poetry

Three Days of My Life 

“Am I coming back?” is a question I have asked myself thousands if not millions of times. Do I know the answer? No. Or maybe yes. Deep inside I know there is no going back. Once you lose the land behind and the winds start singing their songs, you close your eyes and step into the unknown.