War of the words

It’s time to admit I travelled around the world to see what the fuss was all about. I wanted to see what was so special about that place that I’d been abandoned for several months without a thought, and I wanted to know if I was able to go on living what could as well have been a lie from the very beginning. There was something in the air that late night I arrived in a moist and warm Darwin, and even though I wasn’t sure about what it was, it was so thick I could’ve cut it with a knife if I wanted to. Destiny, faith or a coincidence? Several weeks later I’m still not sure.

Facing mirrors

It’s easy to be dazed and dragged along when you experience something positive and special. I for one can get blinded and swept off my feet, in what I think, easy ways. I had been alone for so long and when someone different one day knocked on the door to my inner being, I gladly put it wide open. 9 months has passed since then and I think I haven’t been able to see clearly what really happened til now. Life is not a fairytale, and our story clearly isn’t either; it’s been leaving me more bruises and bumps than anything else I’ve been through.

In relationship limbo

Things are never easy, and living for 27 years has proven it to be true all the way. We have people around us every day, we live in an unbreakable symbiosis where we either love or hate eachother or simply are indifferent. We put the people we love high up above everything else, but I can’t help but wonder why it’s always the people we love the most who hurt us in the worst kinds of ways and whom we often end up hurting badly as well.