Delirious ghosts haunt my routine. Random notions pop into mind, forming segmented ideas refusing to materialise. No coherent words, no real sounds, only a blurred image of a vague conclusion. Wandering, lost and befuddled, in an ocean of shatterd expectations and sharp truths, I gasp for air. The blackness of the abyss, like a sirene,…
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The heart of the city beats tediously, stale and stagnant, under heavy grey skies she sleeps. Monotony. A constant thumping sound coming from roadwork, the rhythmic honking of cars in the background, bustling people… noise clouds my mind. Slow nonchalant walking, a soulless continuous forward movement. Scents of smoke from nearby bars stifle me. The…
I dreamed of a story so real, it was impossible to be a dream. When I woke up, the pounding of my broken heart felt very real. I was gasping for air. I dreamed that “you” and “I” were a “we” and the joy of it was so substantial, almost tangible. I was woken abruptly…
For we will die wanting in a world of abundance… Θα πεθάνουμε στερημένοι από συναισθήμα σ’ έναν κόσμο αφθονίας αγαθών… 27/02/2016
Next time i fall in love, i don’t know if it will be with you. I saw the cracks on your heart and tried to heal them, but you are like an abyss i cannot fill. Secluded and afraid, you ‘ve sheltered your soul in such a way, that no one can really get to…
I don’t want to defend myself anymore. I walked down different paths of thought, through waterless deserts and no man’s lands. As of now, I will only walk to the rhythm of your heart, through the sea that is your passion. Revelling in the waves of your emotions, drowning in the abyss of your ocean.…
If a moment could last an eternity, i would choose to spend a few moments with you… Αν μια στιγμή μπορούσε να κρατήσει μία αιωνιότητα, τότε θα διάλεγα να περάσω μερικές στιγμές μαζί σου… 10/12/2015
If missing you is my only sin, let the light of your presence wash away the darkness of my shame. If missing you is my downfall, let your smile be my reason to get up and rise again. If your abscence is my death, let your touch bring me to life once more. 06/12/2015
She was the kind of person that could kiss you with her eyes and hug you with a smile.
Sous les surfaces rigides de nos personalités, les bateaux de nos pensées se noient écrasés, par les vagues insurmontables de nos sentiments, sur les rochers pointus de nos volontés. Κάτω από τις τραχιές επιφάνειες των προσωπικοτήτων μας, τα πλοία των σκέψεων μας πνίγονται συνθλιμμένα από τα αξεπέραστα κύμματα των συναισθημάτων μας, πάνω στα μυτερά βράχια…