04 Jul 2020

Category: Poetry

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.

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.