Monday, June 27, 2011

The day after

My closest friends want to buy me a birthday present but I have to choose it. There’s nothing I want, nothing that money can buy at least. I want…I want them always to be by my side, I want them to take a vow of eternal and unconditional friendship so that they would never leave me; I want tears to stop and not to break down each time I see a dog, any dog; I want to enjoy the current picture without the background of past misfortunes.
Maybe I should ask for a lobotomy.  

Sunday, June 26, 2011


It would’ve been much easier if humans came with user manuals. I’m dying to read mine.

Happy birthday to me.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

For the missed ones

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

It’s all in my head

There’s a little trick I do whenever it feels as if I just can't take it anymore: I look outside the window and I imagine that this is the last time I see the deep blue of sky and the fluffiness of clouds. And then my worries become a bit more transparent and the darkness a bit less thick-just enough to let some light through. It sounds simple but amazingly it works.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

The moment of "now"

Words just get in the way. Maybe that’s the trouble-I’m trying to sing a picture, to hear a touch, to make a dress for a soul. Emotions can not be made tangible for the eyes to see and for the hands to hold. They come and go, elusive like the scent of a tree in blossom carried by the wind and you wonder if it wasn’t just your imagination. I love it whenever my mind manages to escape the physical box and roams free of any strings holding it to past, present or future. It is only then that I feel

Sunday, June 05, 2011


“The blind have been blessed with security”

When dreams were young and the world seemed to fit in a handful: