Sunday

Sliding doors. Yellow roses. Autumn sun. No answer. Laugh. Hugs. A mountain trip. Blood. Advertisements

Saturday

Beautiful. Quiet. Relaxed. Indian summer for you but gypsy for me. The sun is playing with the autumn leaves. She’s dreaming of red lions. Pumpkin. Wings. Music of clucking dishes. A magical day, my Saturday. I wish you were here. But I can only see your physical body, and in fact, only for a while….

I feel… like a golden vase

I feel like a vase. But the glass is fragile, it can break. If the water spills, it will smell. The flowers hurt, so much social pain. Do not touch my petals of disgrace. I feel like a box with dynamite. Words and gestures can make my pain explode. I can laugh and cry, but…

Miss You

‘Goodbye, enjoy your day!’, she even almost waves. The echo of your steps is blocked by the wind from underneath our lock. I miss you when you’re at work, I bet she also wants your stupid jokes. I can easily be caught thinking of you and our trips instead of working like a dog. And…

Off

It’s funny how we communicate today. How? Longing for a message. Beeps and waves. Why not a poke? Hey, share a damn dime on my bio Farm! Some people have 1,000 friends, and millions of Likes on Instagram. Some are like a boss, with big titles and small goals, LI, yay! Some look so beautiful…

Friends in the Skies

In the skies or in disguise, The morning sunrise brings more smiles. The clouds are fluffy like fairy candyfloss and the planes spread colors like a butter knife. So many friends I have lost, and everyone seems acting like a boss. They’re all offended, busy, and just a few are here – even though thousands…

It smells of winter. Memories of mulled wine. The golden leaves are dancing with the moonshine smile. She almost walks, turned ten months today. You… Probably scrolling while my love is falling from our silent net. It smells of winter. Soon my hair will be gray.

Rainy Day

Autumn. Rain. The colours make the net look too vain. Deleted social channels, don’t need likes instead of real friends. Sometimes I’m happy like the weekend, Sometimes confused like a storm, Often silent like the moon. But her baby laugh makes me float on the wings of our little rainy day.    

Memories of London

Falling slowly, out of space, in <3… with dispersed L ❤ nd ❤ n! Side effects of my milkey drugs or just because a dreamy waitress said “You are the most astonishing girl I’ve seen here” (regardless of my stinky, non-star, clothes)? In other words, giant chaos that synchronizes with a small Bulgarian constellation, my…

What I’ve learned

Each second teaches us an eternity. The past three years I’ve learned a lot, they taught me more than the years of formal education and degrees: I’ve learned that after a heartbreaking loss, a new life begins. And in fact, giving birth is miraculous. I’ve learned that hard work pays off. And even as a…

Bridge

You say ‘I love you!’ Wonder why? Just like an actor, you have your role. And when the script goes wrong, you flip. Like eggs – burnt, not fried. I’m on the bridge of patience, observing your summer show, and throwing autumn leaves in the abyss of my cries. I’m a mother. Still, my heart…

Doors of Love

I’ve opened many doors, they all have led to experience and love. However, some lacked colors, others, well, I’ve already forgotten about their rusty cracks. I guess, some hosts don’t even remember me entering their slippery steps. But I’ll talk about the door that kept my soul inside. It looked mysterious at first and I…