Dreams are like alternative realities, where your mind is free to explore multiple versions of your waking life. It is a limitless universe of questions and answers so very different from your day to day routine and the barriers you put in front of yourself to stop your mind from wondering. Senses like love, philosophy,…
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Each persons happiness is not defined by external theories and values imposed on him, but from internal struggles fought and won. Truth and honesty are indeed real virtues, but they are very much like the summer sun, we all wish its’ presence, although we can’t stand it for long. I march forward, looking back like…
The sea is calm, the water’s clear. A gentle breeze embraces your senses. Dark blue horizons wreathed with red sunsets, invite you to a feast of colours. The constant flowing mouvement of the sea, combined with the restlessness of the deep underwater currents, set my mind in motion. It is impossible to ignore the dazzling…
Stars play hide and seek tonight behind the clouds. The moon dressed in a thin translucent veil watches silently. A light whisper coming from the trembling tree leaves caresses my ears. Time stands still and my thoughts linger in the air around me like short movie clips. You are framed by sunlight, as swirls of…
The spring air is intoxicating. The sun gently warms your skin, a light breeze makes the tree leaves shiver and the flowers tremble, as the atmosphere fills with distinct scents of peony, freesia and carnation. The Seine flows lazily, the water shimmers and glows, reflecting playfully chestnut trees and willows on its’ mirrory surface. Fresh…
A random stranger once told me that no one is happy in their own country. I thought at the time that he was right. People have the tendency to fall in love with moments of happiness. Since most of your every day life takes place usually, at your home country, where do the memorable moments…
I go about my daily tasks mechanically, never really concentrating completely since you distract me persistently. Your eyes pop to mind and i forget my desiganted task. Your crooked smile makes me smile to myself. Your words wake my chaotic mind from its’ quiet slumber. You appear in my glass of wine, reflecting my most…
Flickering candlelight, summer nights breeze, the city vibrates with rhythmic sounds. An old record player echoes in the backround, smoke rises from your mouth. Burgundy shaded wine in a bottle between us, fills the air with scents of matured grapes and earthy tones of oak. Lipstick stains on my glass, same colour as the wine,…
Cloaked in moonlight, I slip through the shadows trying to find pieces of me. I am made by the traces and bits left behind by the people of my life. My exterior is made of the ones who manipulated me, belittled me, took advantage of me. These are the bits that made me stronger with…
Constant noise, incoherent speech, aimless babbling, chattering, non-circumstantial phrases clutter my mind. Useless and consistant uniform nonsense, no one is looking to add meaning or importance to what they are expressing. Dry sentences deprived of sentiment dominate our idiom. And yet, my language has an abundance of words and senses, which only a chosen few…