somewhere the night took a wrong turn it got stuck between two hours that don’t remember each other like they were never meant to meet at all the air barely moves like it’s waiting or deciding if it already missed whatever it was waiting for it’s hard to tell i keep my eyes closed not because i’m ti...Read more

Something screams deep within me, unstoppable, like a storm cutting through the silence. Fear is a constant companion, keeping watch through the nights, seeping into the days. Thoughts, an endless circle, dance around the future as if it were a game, yet the board is cold and every move feels heavy....Read more

As I lie in bed thinking of you, our happiest memories slip from my eyes and roll down my cheeks. To suppress the feeling, I try to fall asleep, because only in my dreams can I find my way back to you. Maybe then I will finally get the chance to tell you that I love you. It breaks me to know that in...Read more

Oh, and what would life be without music? Without the songs that smell like last summer. Like warm asphalt, like nights we were never supposed to have, like that brief, endless freedom. The thing is—every night, we slipped out, quietly shutting the door, sneaking through the streets like we were es...Read more

There you stand – warm, steady, close, a heart of gold, beating for me. You hold me tight, but I slip away, for my soul cries backward, in dismay. For there was "him" – a storm in summer, a light in the deepest night, You give me everything I've always wanted, everything I desire, and yet I think o...Read more

There was once a thread. Thin, barely visible, stretched between yesterday and tomorrow. Someone pulled on it. Maybe me. Maybe you. Maybe it was just the wind, giggling, tugging, whispering: Just a little more, just a little more… Rip. And suddenly, things start to fall. Names. Faces. Thoughts th...Read more

There is no answer to "How are you?" There is only a shrug, a quiet nod, a smile that does not reveal what is breaking inside. I don’t even know myself anymore. How does one feel when one feels nothing? How do you explain emptiness when words are missing? I am here because I was here yesterday, and...Read more

I see you. Not just with my eyes, but with everything I am. And you see me too, I know it, I feel it, even though you pretend we're just two strangers who were never meant to meet. But who says that? Who decides what is allowed and what isn't? They say we're too different, too far apart, as if our ...Read more

She stands up, lifts her chin, and says, "Feminism is unnecessary." Her words fall lightly, unburdened, because others before her carried the weight. Because women walked barefoot on burning asphalt, because they screamed, fell, rose again, so her mouth could be free today. She votes because others...Read more

I was never enough, but you kept searching for me, in shadows, in dreams, between the cracks of reality. Your words were sweet, but I tasted the bitter core, a truth you hid, because you couldn’t bear it yourself. You didn’t want me, only the idea of me, an illusion, a picture that never broke, be...Read more

Something screams deep within me, unstoppable, like a storm cutting through the silence. Fear—a constant companion, keeping watch through the nights, piercing the days. Thoughts, an endless procession, dance around the future as if it were a game, but the board is cold, the moves are heavy. People i...Read more

This is the last time I write about you. The last time I arrange all the words that keep pulling me back to you. You were everything I wanted, everything I needed, and somehow, you still are. But it doesn’t matter, I know that now. Sometimes people grow apart, even when their roots are still tightly...Read more

I often think about how tightly we cling to things. To people, to expectations, to the fear of making mistakes. We hold on so tightly that sometimes we forget to breathe. They say, “If you try to control something, it ends up controlling you.” And I feel that. This constant worry of not being enoug...Read more

Sometimes I wonder if life is truly a path, as everyone says, or more like a canvas. We hold brushes in our hands, yet no one explains the colors to us, no one shows us how to paint. Vincent van Gogh once wrote: "What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?" And yet, every stroke oft...Read more

What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise, there are only two dimensions. Otherwise, you live with your face pressed against a wall, everything a massive foreground of details, close-ups, hai...Read more