Tired

I am tired of me. Tired of my face, my smile and my way of thinking. I am tired of all my emotions and the way I am feeling. I avoid my mirror, listening to my own voice, the sound of my footsteps, every sound, every noise, coming from my own body. I loved myself … Continue reading Tired

Me & My Art

I wish people stopped comparing artworks. Art is not, in any way, made to be compared. There is no competition, there is no good or bad (to some extent of course). But comparing art would be like comparing feelings. ‘Oh, I feel sadder than you’ or ‘I bet you can’t carry more guilt than I … Continue reading Me & My Art

Sentimental Sunday

This was not a good idea. Singing, writing, recording and listening back to some old songs. Too much feelings, too much emotions caught in fragile melodies and honest words. Some songs were buried, among with their memories of people, used to be’s and old feelings. Listening back takes me back, to that exact time and … Continue reading Sentimental Sunday

Waiting

I have this odd feeling, I feel like I am always waiting for something. Something, or someone, some feeling or some event. A time, a place, a person or maybe just some fantasy. I am forever waiting for some thing I don’t know anything about. And I wish I knew what I was waiting for, … Continue reading Waiting