Simple Sloth-Slug

Simple. Eats, sleeps, and burps. Sloth. Tired, slow, and confused. Slug. Making noises, leaving mucus, and annoying me a lot. My man. I love you so!  

Out of contro-El

A colourful palette, a mess of emotions I cannot control – feelings that are getting unbearable like the heat in beautiful Cyprus. Sometimes these unexpected feelings divide us – like the Green line in exotic Nicosia. Barrels of questions planted by the UN of life. They are echoing around. In the Turkish bazaar of temptation:…

Half and Half or Love?

Cold words and warm dreams – cooking yummy moussaka. Short temper and high pride –  measuring abstract love. Scary silence and passionate cries – composing colourful lullabies. Crazy ideas and reasonable lists – building ice castles. Half and half. Or love? Half! You’re my half – you do make me sweet, complete. I’d like us…

Your…

Your eyes are like emerald ponds in which the sun plays hopscotch. I often join you without bringing any chalk. Your skin is soft like candy floss. I like to feel and tickle it – like a pink piano of innocent joy. Your lips are like a strawberry farm spreading smiles and pores of love….

My Hannibal

My Hannibal, my shrink. You keep me safe in my straitjacket when I go wild and mad. My social anxiety can’t hurt me, I’m hidden in your restraints. You give me pink meds when my thoughts abduct me and send me to another universe. You let me consume Talking and spit Pain. My Hannibal, my…

Liebster Award

Blogging is like a tech labyrinth full of deep secrets. Each corner of its maze offers new tags, more written magic and a whole universe of touching content. Since people often share their inner demons and have the freedom to be who they are, recognition means a lot. And here we are, my first blogging…

Behind You

Why do we go way too far to find beauty? What about the hidden paths of our homes and souls? Why do we shoot for the Moon when there’s a whole universe inside us and all around? Why do we collect money when love honey and sweet freedom are enough? Why are we scared of…