The penetrating stare across the room, the one that can read your soul so easily. The kind of soul that can go through the bones in between the veins and bones, and comprehend how you genuinely feel. Love is when you look into the person’s eyes and understand the connection that you cannot have else where. The kind of connection, a transparent, existent and strong string that pulls the two together. No matter how far apart, how long it has been, the string will always be present. The connection will never be replaced, and the string, can never be broken, … Continue reading That is what love is, or at least, a glimpse of it.

A lot of us start to modify and change ourselves, leave our dreams behind, sacrifice who we really are and what we are trying to be – just because someone in our life has a problem with it. Because we don’t fit into “their” mold of how we should be and behave. My thoughts: Seriously … life’s too short to be someone else. It’s already a fascinating journey of discovering who we are … and a lot of us take years to find our true selves. Why complicate it to become someone we really don’t want to be? We are … Continue reading Just be yourself…

Dear, I’m not sure I can ever pinpoint precisely what makes me sad, or if anybody can or will be able to. Songs like opera, make me sad. Thinking about how slippery and awfully precarious life is, and how much I want to nestle myself in the past, makes me sad. Not being able to do anything else but curl up in my bed, alone, makes me sad. And oh, the list could go on forever: strangers I’ll never love, never touch; fields I’ll never be able to lie in, stars I’ll never be able to see burn, memories I’ll … Continue reading What makes me sad…