All the times I stood behind my window. Longing for keen talks with the night’s hero. Striking the universe with my distressing quietness. Then pouring my heart out in the dark emptiness. Asking the sombre ocean to bandage my invisible scars. And the stories of myself were sheltered in shooting stars. And with the nocturnal… Continue reading Night talks.
Chaos… Eruptions… Blatant scenes from the past… It all occurred inside my head. Now, all your memories are dead. Fumes of burnt letters. Ruins of smashed armors. Triggered acerbic words. Said only by dull cowards. Floating feathers of steep dreams, where you rolled away in streams Of odourless scents of a bittersweet past. Good thing… Continue reading Inside my head.
Sometimes, your body is drawn up into an acerbic helix of memories of unwanted places…Sometimes, even laws of attraction fail to keep you on earth…And sometimes, you can’t escape nightmares even if you’re wide awake… As Sore as it sounds, it can get even sorer, when the truth perch on the surface…And abruptly, water’s mellowness… Continue reading What if…?
What is the purpose of one’s existence? Or, let me put it this way: What is the most significant thing your life is centered around? What would you die for? What would make the blood flow in your heart pump so fast? What would make you sleepless for unnumbered nights and days like a worried… Continue reading Mortality vs Immortality.
The air of the room was getting more and more suffocating with every word I let out. Like leaking gas asphyxiating you, seeping through your respiratory system, as you’re leisurely losing your consciousness without even realizing it…The walls were closing in on my mind. All the chaotic thoughts were getting compressed like an old junk… Continue reading Bestial thinking.
Played back scenes from the past, an unlimited long carpet rolling under your running feet, a hill where you can’t rid of a non-existing beast and the weakness of your legs that don’t allow you to flee until you open your eyes and realize it was just a weird bad dream…Some things cannot be explained,… Continue reading Thoughts about dreams.
The curtains were swinging around the windows like little girls chasing butterflies in a flowery orchard…The breeze was kissing softly our cheeks like an old lover whose kisses still trigger smoke and flames in our hearts… The moon was spotlighting the lenses of our eyes like actors on a theatre stage…The dark blue sky was… Continue reading Our silent moments.
They say that time can heal wounds, even the deepest ones. But I think that’s not true. The wounds are never really healed because time only hand you the gift of forgetfulness when you learn how to be patient…