I wish I could code a big camp fire in the middle of the room,
I wish I could speak about dreams, stars and other meaningless nonsense, but not without a special someone [excluding all imaginary friends]
I wish to go on and on til the sun rises and then again, until it sets
I wish for a glass of wine and a bottle of silly smiles.

Also chocolate might help…

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Intro zi m-am îndrăgostit de o frunză.
Îmi amintea de vioara de deasupra dulapului,
Din lemn.
Sau poate dragostea îmi amintea de sunetul corzilor întinse,
Şi ciupite din când în când, la momente perfecte de timp,
Pe care nimeni, însă, nu le avea scrise undeva – Erau pur şi simplu acolo.
Ca şi stelele.
Ca în noaptea aceea în care priveam cerul,
Şi descopeream sisteme solare,
Pe care le puteam admira, fără să fim deranjaţi
De razele soarelui – Care ucid.
Toamna, nu mai era la fel, deşi am păstrat-o în sertar,
Intro carte.
Poate că nu am ales bine cartea.
Dar frunza era tristă şi nu se mişca…
Am strâns-o în mână şi am lăsat-o să zboare.
Intro zi voi zbura şi eu.

thoughts of important days
thoughts of stupid haircut(s)
thoughts of lost times
scared of new beginnings
had some crazy sleep
strange nightmares
horror morning
boring day
empty mind

not that empty, cause they’re lots to think about, but lack of enthusiasm.

To love is to reconstruct, when you are away,
your steps, your silences, your words,
and to pretend to follow your thoughts
when unmoving at last by my side, you fall silent.

It’s one of those nights when I start questioning reality. Is this really it? There’s nothing here, no love, no care, just memories, a pile of memories wrapped with a grey ribbon. Dreams can barely help escaping from this endless darkness of the inside.

Every day is just another 24 hours that I eagerly await to get rid off, as maybe someone will open that door again, sometime…

Nothing else really matters anymore.

Black and white day, full of contrasts and panic attacks. A time I wanted to run away and hide, deep inside my bed. Actually deep inside my head.

I lay down on my back

And close my eyes

Just to see the beauty of yours

Pure candy, wrapped in black and white

So sweet that I would never touch them

So soft and kind that I could never forget

And down, down below

Your gateway to the world of flowers

A pack of pretty sensors

To smell the beauty of your world

To taste the happiness of others

As none could stop your crazy smile

And fire, burning, fire burning in your hair.

Just like a tree, never getting old

Always there, to hug a sigh

Always there, to raise a grin

How could I not love…

He shakes that snow globe just like the birds shake their cold wet wings on his porch every now and then.

Deep inside the woods, where time has forgot its play and where no colors ever experienced natural light, all was black and all was white. And this whole crepuscular atmosphere changed the world around. In here, physics had different rules, as you could never be sure an apple really fell on your head, as the fruit could have easily been a ball of wool or just a lonely piece of coal.

But Grey likes it here. Or at least, he thinks he does. He’s not that alone as described, it’s a small cat with big curios eyes, that also shares his place. A black one, as far as Grey would tell you, though no one really knows for sure. Not that it’s an important fact or anything. Things here are not described so much, they are what they are just because. Their simple existence tells the whole story.

Yet, naturally, Grey has questions to ask, far from this default rule. He never experienced nature as much as he wanted. He never knew spring, and sadly, he never knew autumn. As all those fallen leaves could have easily been mistaken by snow flakes. Just like the ones he observes, shaking that globe over and over again. He heard about the stars… No he didn’t! But it was only the perfect end for this world above him.

It’s my least favorite of the trio, but, nevertheless, september stands for a big preview of what’s still to come this autumn.

Autumn… The warmest season of them all. Cause all the summer heat tries to hide from the cold wind taking over. And it can only go deeper in, inside our heart and inside our mind.

Dreams of quiet walks, yellow leaves and long scarfs.

I was trying to sleep, early this morning, and everything around me reminded about the first day of school. I don’t exactly know how. But now, all I can think of is the next morning. Still and moving images form inside my head, I could almost feel I’m really there, waiting…