Brazen it out, brazen it out, deny it, delude yourself. Whatever you do, but the problem will still be there. I’ve sat at the computer with an attempt to write about the disconnectedness from feelings that is so common nowadays, denying the truth, fearing to fight for what you love, etc. While I was trying […]
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Journal of less important matters 19/05/2019
“I must have been a very unhappy person”, I thought yesterday while listening to the birds singing outside. I wasn’t aware of so many beautiful things happening around me. I was too focused on myself, my suffering and pain. I had a good reason for that, but somehow I got lost in my thoughts so […]
On the Pursuit of Happiness. Part Six.
(November 2016) Morning reflections. Something has changed. In me, I guess. Dancing no longer helps, nor does the alcohol. I eat, I drink, I sleep, I go to work. Everything seems to be automatic, though. Days go by, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays… I hardly notice. Thoughts in my head. Thousands of thoughts per minute. None […]
Postcard from Iceland
Winding roads are there To prepare us better For our destination ❤
A letter to my Soulmate
(December 2016) Dear Soulmate, What a relief that I finally met you. I was slowly losing hope whether it would ever happen. But it did. It happened so unpredictably that I got lost and scared, at first. I thought I was unable to fall for someone so truly and deeply. And when I felt that […]
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Excerpt from “On the Pursuit of Happiness”.
Dear Friend
Dear Friend, I hope all is well It must be for I haven’t heard from you for ages If it were the opposite I’d now be reading monologues of complaints about how the world’s unfair I’m writing just to let you know, though, that if you ever need me if things get worse I’ll be […]
But she wasn’t
(02/01/2018) But she wasn’t enough Her mind wasn’t enough Her body wasn’t enough Her smile wasn’t enough Her words weren’t to be heard Her actions weren’t to be noticed Her struggles weren’t to be seen Her heartaches weren’t to be cured Her eyes won’t meet yours again Her hands won’t clasp yours again Her lips […]
On the Pursuit of Happiness. Five.
My little hollow. My little hollow. It’s how I talk about that place. My favorite hollow. My 22m2, no more. My very first apartment. Just on my own. And just round the corner of one of the most popular squares in the city. When I think about that place there was nothing special about it. […]
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Excerpt from “On the Pursuit of Happiness”.
