Digging for Truth and Diamonds

Digging for the truth. Exploring people’s inner labyrinths, mining deep through my soul, and exposing dirty gems of love. But the tunnels get dirty and dark. Oblivion, silence, and illusions. Isn’t it better to be ignorant and happy instead of raw and honest? People see me on the surface polishing diamonds of stupidity. But my…

FamELy

A weekend full of roses, passports, and kebabs. It took you some time, El, to realise that family is all you’ve got. The rest – illusions before the other side. The beer will finish, the tickets will expire, your writing will be hacked, your students will be adults soon, and friends and people will simply…

Mama’s Scared

Fear is like weeds suffocating self-esteem. I won’t lie. Behind my social mask, I’m afraid of many things: vampires, worms, and snakes. I’m anxious about people’s opinions, I fear talking on the phone, and I doubt myself quiet often. At the same time, I’m stupid enough to be fine with parachutes, caves, and prisons. I’m…

Magic Snail

You’re my magic snail. Wherever you may go, I know my home is under your skin, so I follow. (Many years, many places, but one home.) We travel through the roses of life and leave marks full of mucus love. (She follows with a smile.) Sometimes we’re slow to forgive and we get trapped in…

Money Can Buy Souls

Sweet world! Threats for having a small business. Money, phones, designer jeans – the police can enjoy their treats. Souls for sale.

Cleaning Life

Cleaning. Like in life. Scrubbing tiles. Trying to erase my past pain. No gloves. Prefer experiences raw. My skin is irritated. Like my heart and love. Pipes are clogged. My mind often get stuck in automatic thoughts. Cleaning bathrooms, cleaning life. Sometimes I slip and wonder if you’ll catch me or find another lock. But…

A litt-El night music

It’s after twelve and I can’t sleep, so l will talk to you, fellow reader, through El. Our serenade. It’s my requiem. My ability to talk has vanished in the winds. People think I’m dumb and second hand because I’m foreign, so I don’t talk to them… but the stars at night. People back home,…

All the small things, El

The butterflies are whispering. The caterpillars are massaging the plants. The colours are changing. Magic even under the ground. The world is in love. Everything is alive – and the spring Living Water feeds the soul. All the small things, El, nothing else matters.

03.05.18.

Shadows. The memories are glowing, silence, hugs, and smoke. Blinking lights. The worries are running out of batteries, self-care is charging under the stars. Dreams. Fighting nightmares, building ladders to the Moon, quiet snoring. 03.05.18., goodnight!

Don’t expect anything, El

Expectations often lead to failures. El had some expectations in the past which, despite her hard work and passion, never led to “real” results… as defined by the cruel social norms that restrain our It. But for her, results and success are measured in joy. So, now, it seems she has it all. The only…

Slow down, El

Our Sundays. Sunshine. Secret trails. Laughter. El, life is all around: Laziness and fur. Labyrinths and hidden life. Smiles and growing depth. El, slow down and melt under the sun of your everyday-is-Sunday mood. Stop rushing, time will never stop. Stop being quick with words, too harsh… Oh, and stop for a second and read…

Tiles

Tiles like clouds: Shapes, colours, projections. And movement. Psychedelic skies… in the bathroom.