I see your eyes in every dream -

You see me as a friend.

I want to touch your bare skin -

You build a wall of icy stares.

My heart goes up and down

Whenever it feels you.

Yours does not flick a bit

Not willing to see truth.

And now I’m sitting next to you.

The clouds passing by,

They don’t know anything of you,

But you would fall for their allure.

You smile and pick the one of them

You l...

He wiped a tear rolling down his cheek and buried his face in his hands. “They probably don't love me… Otherwise, they’d give me more attention.” the boy thought, sitting on one of the benches in the play area. The colour of his lips turned to a faint purple and his hands were shivering slightly. “Yes, why would the care about me? I’ve done nothing but taken space in their house” were his thoughts...

Her eyes - the shade of luminous amber,

So pure, that you see the reflection

Of fire with rage and autumn with sun

And sweet charm incantations.

The honey poured into a small cup of tea

In viscous, flowing demeanour;

The sunset that fell on the shivering, deep,

And lucid surface of river.

I’ll never forget her tender, warm touch

Embraced in a light ray of sunshine.

Her sight will follow ...

It was a usual rainy day, so Marichka stayed at home, finishing embroidering a new t-shirt. Her hair was in a braid, but some loose strands were falling to her chin in slight curls, like branches of a young willow. Her face was beaming with concentration, however, her thoughts were far away from this room. «When was the last time this place saw a ray of sunshine? Probably, weeks ago.» she thought....

27/10/22

This Halloween is going to be absolutely insane! My mum and I made some ghosts today and Dad hung them around the house, so it looks very atmospheric. But honestly, I am more impressed by the decorations of our neighbours. The house looks like the colours faded and there is a spider web and stuff like that, it probably took them much time and effort to make it look like that. Probably the...

My fingers went running through difficult chords,

New passages, voices, and trills.

But who knew you have to befriend the author,

To succeed in the flow of artists?

Beethoven got deaf and that’s what he wrote,

And did it affect his sonatas?

But why would I care? Would it change anything

In my precious image of flutter?

I cover my ears with biographies his,

And play the last piece on my feel...

These long eerie corridors with dusty red-toned paintings and high dark ceilings would give goosebumps to anyone who saw them. An enormous castle, full of secrets, where even strangers wandering in those areas wouldn't dare to look for shelter. It did not look abandoned, the garden was always well-maintained, the windows were clean, and, in evenings, they were lit with candles. But no one has ever...

«You know, I have always wanted a sunset to be the last thing I see before closing my eyes» said John, casting a quick look at his wife that was listening with full attention. His eyes were flickering, reflecting the bursts of fiery coloured clouds.

Edna understood the message immediately, and even though it felt like a million needles had pierced her heart, her face showed the same expression o...

A single tear dropped into the beautiful lake, uniting with billions of identical water drops.

I loved her. I loved her! I LOVED HER! So why would she do this to me? Play with my feelings when knowing she wouldn’t choose me? Every time she kissed him was another stub in my back, and now there are too many wounds I’m afraid I will bleed to death.

The night provided me with the feeling I needed ...