“Like the fire burns the wood shavings, reducing each to a pile of dust. The silence when the world around you crumbles down, kills you as much. When thousands of mortals surround you, but no one dares to speak up, so it doesn’t shake their ground. And the silence of good souls, kills you more…
The quick shower of childhood becomes long when you grow up. because it is the only time when you are truly vulnerable. Naked, lost, exposed in every way possible. You knit tales in the shower, talk to yourself in your head, Sing, dance and celebrate your entity in that tiny space. The shower turns into…
Some days are gentle like the summer breeze, Others, as harsh as the cold winter night. Some days you feel, you can reach for the stars, On other days, you can barely catch your breath, while curling on your bed. You sulk, without letting the fountain flow from your colossal eyes, but your heart it…