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Wind. Leaves dancing. Going up, going down...and up again. An open window. A leaf. Nor in, nor out. Reminiscing. Thinking about you. About us. Our talks. The mental sparings we had. A smile. A sense of home. Joy. Not sure if because of the scenery, Or memories of you and me.
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What Life is All About

There are those rare moments when we find ourselves at a random place, random time with, what it seems like, random people. But the randomness of it all ends up being less random and more extraordinary. ... The pieces just fall into place, without any effort. The hearts start beating a little faster, As if returning home after a loooong journey. Minds, no matter how different, clash into one. And the melody accompanies the lyrics prefectly well into the night. .... In those rare moments, the universe reminds us what life is all about.

All of it...

Sometimes it feels like I'm living a double life. Hell...multiple lives. Parts of me are out there, reaching for new adventures, new thrills, new knowledge, Always happy and smiling, as if there are no worries in this world, only sun, dance and...adventure. of me are...dead? Old? Gone? But they really aren't. They are just tired, tired to the point of no return. Tired of endless movement, tired of fighting, tired of...well...being human. But, what amazes me is how all these parts make a person  A person.  I don't think I would be the same without any of them,  No matter how tiresome the struggle gets. All of these parts, all of it is me.

Always Were

I still think about you, I still miss you, I even still want you. That did not change. What changed is the frequency of such thoughts. And the energy surrounding them. I can finally think about you with smile on my face. I can finally miss you with warmth in my heart. And, most of all, I can finally want you without ever needing to have you. .... I know you'll always be there, As you always were.


There is something refreshing in recreating things; Believe me I would know. I've been recreating everything most of my life, Up to the point where "standing still" felt like something they do only in the movies. And yes, recreating your life, your everyday, can be scary and painful, But mostly it is magical. You get the chance to cut out, really cut out what no longer suits you, And, most of all, you get the chance to create something completely different if you wish so. Or, you can simply fine-tune the things you already have. The choice is yours. What could be more thrilling and liberating than that?