Have you ever been so lonelylike the last fallen autumn leaflike the last melting snowflakelike the last drying rainy drop
You, whom I lovehow they named youtell me where you are goingI am not afraid of the edge of the world
For years, I thought that power belongs to the heroes of books. People who were created in the minds of…
My beloved Friends In Writing :)
If I died today, my words would die with me.
silence the worldand make for me a cradle of the sweetest words
I regret. I regret it more than all my sins. Or maybe it was just my biggest sin.
Sometimes I miss. Then I immerse myself in the fog. My longing is foggy. It’s a bit like…
An Interview with my Mom
I was trapped for years. In a trap of helplessness. Total. Overwhelming. Helplessness, which even took my breath away.