The last drop of my being
Mixed sensations gambled within her mind and her body: the chilly wind combined with the burning candle wax that found shelter on her hand were the ingredients that gave birth to wandering thoughts…
After Midnight Mask: the magic within
I am breathing , I am healing, I am alive! Born within the womb of her fears, a mixture of darkness sparkled with a pinch of light, I gathered the strength to see the world in a different way.
Internal Chaos
It was that precise sound, emphatic and strong, that always reminded her of the way in which she was supposed to be, of how she was supposed to act!
One mask? Maybe more…
Even though I know all this, there are times that I’m confused. Have I truly found myself?
The shape of Beauty
I’ve always asked myself what „being beautiful” means. “Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself!”
Black-silk Thoughts
The night had brought to life thoughts she never knew existed: her mind reflected the sky – it was as if both were dressed up in black silk!
Colors for Time!
TIME flies and, from time to time, we tell ourselves that we should cherish it more!
“Don’t forget – no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories you have to tell.” (Charles de Lint)