there are days when the wind takes over and I doubt my roots there are days when the peaks I once climbed now seem out of reach and I doubt I’ve ever felt their height under my feet there are days when I don’t recognize the blue of the sky it seems so foreign to…
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Part 1. I grew up not knowing who I was I was taught to dim my light and keep it locked in the corner of my heart I was taught to stay quiet and shape me according to their patterns I was taught that I was weak and helpless sometimes not enough, other times too…
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I could call it “enthusiasm” but it fills the breaks between my heartbeats So it’s more than that I could call it “joy” but it tastes like non-vegan Nutella topped with regular-milk Nespresso coffee and cigarettes flavor So it’s more than that I could call it “excitement” but it makes my skin ticklish and it…
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It is a blessing to have two beating hearts Do you know what a miracle it is to have them replace each other when they get a lil’ tired? It is a blessing to have two beating hearts Do you know how they communicate? It’s an art they are intertwined One asks ‘tic’, the other…
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I’ve been living on borrowed time since the day I opened my eyes to a new life I’ve feared letting go of the past for too long now it’s time to close the door it’s time to say goodbye to what I’ve feared the most I’ve been living on borrowed time counting down the days,…
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Cat de ciudat, nu ti se pare? Cum ne-am gasit fara sa stim, fara sa vrem, din intamplare Cat de naiv e tot, nu ti se pare? Tot ce traim, tot ce simtim, emotii vii, un pic neclare; chiar si tacerea pe care o impartim Cat de frumos, nu ti se pare? Inima mi se…
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My eyes hide stories that no lips have enough words to tell; So, when people came too close I used to look away My hands hide stories that no touch has enough skin to feel; So, when people came to take my hand I used to pull it back My chest hides stories that nobody…
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Apartamentul in care am copilarit mirosea a doliu netrait pe de-a-ntregul, a amintiri reprimate, a violenta domestica si a alcool. In ultimii ani abia am mai calcat pe acolo. Ma durea fiecare milimetru de piele cand ii calcam pragul, nu puteam privi in ochi trecutul asa cum as fi avut nevoie. Asa ca evitam sa…
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Da, te-am crezut nemuritor n-am numarat si pentru tine anii care treceau in fuga printre noi Ba prea departe, ba prea aproape te cautam in intuneric, printre pleoape inlacrimate si te gaseam doar in miros de alcool Ani la rand ai stat in carapacea ta nu ajungeam deloc la tine ani la rand n-am inteles…
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‘Pari mai tanara’, mi se spune pana de curand nu ma vedeam credeam De fapt, nici nu ma prea uitam la mine si nici macar nu stiam mi-era greu sa ma privesc in ochi neacceptarea neasumarea schimbarea pana de curand pana cand am intors privirea de la ei la mine ‘Pari mai tanara’, mi se…
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