When Shadows talk…

You learn to listen!

And learn to keep yourself together in the craziness that shatters all the light around you. One has the power to do that! To overcome the fear, the loneliness, the disillusions!

One has the power to overcome whatever life places in one’s path through faith – the faith that within your veins lies the strength of the whole universe, the faith that your eyes have the power to see the good in every tiny little corner of this world, the faith that you can create that story you shall not regret living!

When Shadows talk there is no room for questioning why it is you they are talking to! The question is different: how is it that you have the ability to listen to them and others don’t seem to hear them at all? Are you worthy? Are you a better listener?

The human mind is a wonderful thing – it holds inside miracles and creations that haven’t yet seen the light of day.  But it can also be a dangerous place: hidden thoughts, unfulfilled dreams, those broken pieces of an imaginary world one creates in his or her head that pile up like a stash of boxes. All of these things have a tendency to overwhelm us and in a world in which no one has the luxury to be weak, we hold on for too long and we snap!

“She was born wild and curious. A cage is no place for someone like that. ‘I play with the fire of my own truth’, she told me. ‘I will burn for the things I love’. ” (Mia Hollow) 


“Dance on broken glass, build castles with shattered dreams and wear your tears like precious pearls. Proud. Strong. Unshakable.” (Anita Krizzan)

She looked at her hands as she stopped writing. It was just now that she acknowledged that those words, those thoughts, were hers. It was as if someone else possessed her mind and liberated her soul from the heavy weight she carried this entire time.

That shadow… the one that every person has but not many listen to…
She had one and was there all the time!

Every time she looked outside the window, in that foggy corner where the lighting pole spread its warm light, it was there! Every time she saw her eyes looking back to her, in the mirror, it was there!

But she knew! And she listened to it…


After Midnight Mask
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