An Autumnal Bubble? Or a Prison?

It’s warm again. The colours and the trees are exchanging pretty dresses. In this autumnal carnival, I’d love to talk to talk to you and dance in our bubble of eternal feelings. But no, your rainy bubble is not a playful leaf. It’s my scary prison – like a burning candle in a rotting pumpkin….

To Love or To Laugh?

Shy eyes. Quiet smiles. Trembling clothes. Whispers until dawn. To love was our purpose. To cuddle our goal. But then we started laughing… At our stupid butterflies. Now we giggle, almost snort. You pick your nose and fart. I wear my silly pyjamas and inspect my throat. To love is so romantic, to laugh is…

Lost in Words

Hidden thoughts. Letters covered in virtual ink. Lost in words forgotten.

Your Eyes

Your eyes are like an emerald pond. Bright and pure. Time covers my heart with dry brunches of autumnal worries but I can still see myself in you. I can see we have found a secret path in life. Sometimes we stop, sometimes we burn bridges. But we keep walking, fighting for the winding love…


Blank pages. The sunset is flirting with me – I won’t be able to say good night. Empty words. The foam is fading – I need another fix to keep my mask alive. Broken promises. So much to love… but hearts are meant to die. I fight to breathe. You and her are my pacemaker…


Lost directions. Twirling paths. Different lives. But… Parallel lines meet at infinity.


On the road again. Holding your hand, talking about her. The sand storms of our life bring sand lilies instead of snakes. Yet, my heart is like a spiral full of quiet love, past pain, and social anxiety. So, it’s you who gives me shelter – in your jungle heart full of green surprises. Our…