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Torn Apart

So much has happened since the last time I wrote. I didn’t put my thoughts down on paper for two months or so. Everything was all over the place… But now that I settled down into my new bedroom, my mind is more clear and I can clarify my thoughts a little more. One of them has been taking all the place in my daily daydreaming. I am so torn apart between two visions of life.  I just feel like there are two individuals, with different mentalities but the same dreams, taking place in my heart. The struggle of being a Gemini, maybe. That’s what my grandmother would say. The first person is fairy-like and quite shy. She stays in her bedroom all day long, doing all the things she loves the most. Drawing cute little things. Reading inspiring books, or rereading Jane Eyre. Writings short stories or her daily life in her journals. Composing a new song on the piano and trying to fit the melody with the lyrics. She isn’t really into socializing, and it’s …

At The Café

It is 7pm. Most people will tell me that it’s too late for a coffee. Well, not for me. After exiting the building, my feet carried me to the closest café. My senses were begging me to feel the smell of coffee once again. My fingers are cold, but soon enough they’ll wrap around the cup, full of the waking black liquid. And there it is…. As I’m entering the smell hits me. There are five people here. A couple and three old gentlemen. I take my black coffee and sit on a table, right next to the window. My usual spot is around the corner – of course to be as invisible as possible, but the young couple has occupied my spot. Never mind. I don’t have a friend opposite me, who I can talk to, but I don’t feel lonely. Not at all. Actually, it seems for the last couple of months loneliness decides to visit me when I am with ‘’those who are always there for me’’. I’ve been told that you …

Love By The Moon

Varenrose enjoyed walking amongst the impenetrable mist—wafting, lingering as if she were a part of the fog. As it drifted so did she. She seemed to float down the hill, her red hair billowing behind her as she ran while the wind intermingled with every copper strand. In these moments, she was a part of the heavens—a celestial being riding on the tails of the clouds as they touched upon the moors. Her bounding feet carried her to the river that coursed through the mountains, and into the valley. She waded through the sparkling waters up to her chest, and a vapor of whispered breath permeated betwixt her raspberry lips. Her skin prickled, and the fog began to blur her vision. As she hovered over the water she heard the heavy urgency of hooves shaking the earth beneath them, and her breath caught tight in her throat. The echo of the mare enclosed her, and as she neared the shore she saw the perilous rider. He was a haunting figure riding a horse of ebony …

Faces

Have you ever thought, how many faces you have seen? People from your town and country, from other nationalities. Smiling faces, sad faces, angry ones or those, who cannot control their laugh. Sometimes I think of all those strangers I‘ve seen and I know that, most of them, I‘ll never see again. But who knows? Everyone is walking, carrying their life story on their shoulders. By the look on their face, you can tell how their day has gone. Smiley faces make me smile even wider, but frowning faces make me feel guilty for feeling happy.  So many different features and they are all beautiful and unique. Strangers, who you see for a few seconds and later in the day you have already forgotten their faces. Some you‘ll never see again, while others you may find yourself together in no time. The image of your lover. You have either found them or still looking for them in the crowds. They might look for you as well. Their face – the first thing you want to …