When 30s kick in… things stay exactly the same. It’s just like that Placebo song I used to listen a few (few few few) years ago “Always stay to same, nothing ever changes. English Summer Rain seems to last for ages”. “Age is just a number” – I used to laugh at this sentence, think … More when 30s kick in
Lately, I’ve been reconnecting with myself. It’s been peaceful, I had some time off from the mundane chaos surrounding me. I’ve been thinking about my accomplishments in the past years. As I was recalling a vast palette of emotions & feels, I began stepping towards imaginary street detailing from cities I’ve never visited but oddly … More the one with some time off
Caracterul somptuos al migdalilor, mirosul de frig in noptile de aproape-toamna. Oamenii se inchid si uita sa se mai deschida. Pansament pentru suflet: terasa mozaicala a unui apartament scaldat de brize liguriene, tot spectrul de carti neterminate cu si despre nevrotici, lumea din cerc si cercul privit de-afara. Sfat pentru suflet: ignora lucrurile mici. intotdeauna.
credeam ca toti visam, ca toti ipotecam cate ceva pentru aripi. ca si-astea, la fel ca apartamentele sau masinile se iau in rate sau leasing. ce mi-e masina, ce mi-e aripa.. am iesit la ceai ieri, pe la 5, asa ca englezii. da’ nu intr-un loc de ceai, ci-ntr-unul de cafea. vremea era numai buna, … More omul de ceai, omul de cafea
Love is process. The process of wrecking each other’s heart Until there’s nothing left to wreck.
each dream has been dreamed too loud, too fast, too self-consuming nothingness magnifying everything’s less familiar than it once was there’s this deceiving phenomenon we call it ‘people’ they come in different shapes and sizes they stick around for coffee, plain sex, rushed love or such then walk away in line. let’s copy-paste emotions, pretend … More the self deceiving emptiness
Each cigarette that has seen my fingerprints is a metaphor for the unspoken. For I wanted so many times to fill the empty To embed my novel on your soul To touch the edges of your thoughts Yet, let your spirit uncluttered. Today I’m busy. Keeping the track of all the rushed hours. Keeping the other … More Poem For The Unspoken