Surrounded by people, you live for the crowd, You're happy and funny and eager and loud, They love you and hug you and scream out your name, Inside you there's nothing, yet who should you blame? You're lucky these people can't look at your soul, Its darkness, its taint, its color of coal, A lonely... Continue Reading →

Full circle

Guided by her warm voice, I flew towards that light Surrounded by comfort, I can't tell if it's day or night. I'm light, just like a feather, and fast, just like the wind My eyes can't see around me, it's weird, maybe I'm blind. But still it feels so good, like never has before I'm... Continue Reading →


When you think about the night, its darkness, does it scare you? Or does it make your heart feel tight, like a love that you once knew? The night has morbid silence, yet somehow it is loud A weird maintained balance inside its darkness shroud. Tell me, are you afraid? Of being on your own,... Continue Reading →

Don’t wake me up

I’m no longer living, just letting the time pass by This place is lonely, grey and silent What once I called home Is now just space, that’s empty without you. I’m scared; please don’t let me wake up. My walls are staring back at me, and feeling pity On this broken person that’s standing before... Continue Reading →

Oak tree

Her grandparents planted the oak tree when they bought the land for the house. It was the first thing they nourished together, before having pets, before having kids, before having grand kids, they had a tree. And the tree was the living evidence of their love and care, of the way they lived their lives... Continue Reading →

Claustrophobia (part 4)

Pieces of her memory slowly returned to her. She remembered flying, or at least feeling like she was flying. She was moving yet she did not touch the ground. Her legs and arms were up and she remembered the feeling of the air running across her face. But she was too drunk to actually understand... Continue Reading →

Claustrophobia (part 2)

Moving her hands around she came to realize that she’s in a wooden box. At first she tried not to think about it, to chase that thought away from her mind. But she couldn’t ignore the obvious signs. The small place, the darkness, the smell of dirt, the texture of wood. She was in some... Continue Reading →

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