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13 Reasons…

  I just finished reading 13 reasons why from Jay Asher. If you live in Canada or in the States, you most probably heard about either the book, or the famous series that was made out of it. I have no idea how well-known the story is outside North America, but I think it should spread…… Continue reading 13 Reasons…

Blogging · poetry · Thoughts

Swan song…

Unmemorable sight, miserable delight! Regrets inked deep in her bruised soul. No exit in view no more hint, no more cue. Her heart, a blackened piece of coal… Out of tears, rocking fears. Just waiting for the final sound of the gong. Spreading wide wings, shadow growing. In a ruffle of feathers letting out her…… Continue reading Swan song…

Blogging · Fiction · Thoughts · Travel

Strangers…

    Waking up in a new city is a great feeling. No matter how late I go to bed, or how bad the jetlag is, when I am in a brand new place, I always wake up really early the first morning. Just to listen to the neighbourhood starting the day. It is by…… Continue reading Strangers…

Blogging · Me myself and I · Montreal · Thoughts

Just thinking…

  Montréal is known for its heavy car traffic and major road repairing. Besides the weather, it is probably at the top of most Montréalers’ most frequent smalltalk list. I just caught the traffic report on some news channel, and I was surprised to see that the journalist was reporting from her car, in the middle of the traffic jam.…… Continue reading Just thinking…

Blogging · Fiction · poetry · Thoughts

Volatile…

You build a cage, a crochet razorblade barbwire tight web… Your spider legs waltzing on the intricate maze. Not listening to the sun rising… Setting… Rising again over the crimson horizon. You weld, stitching hermetic steel blankets around your weakened heart… Monochromic Fabergé egg holding sore unspoken words. You peek one last time, fake one…… Continue reading Volatile…

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Tick tock…

Tick tock… Time stops stretching, leaning against the dark wooden grandfather clock. All blinds shut and locked. Fever claws running down her spine, cold sweats washing the last remnants of life off her back. Crouching, patiently peeling off the masks, not too sure what her face even looks like anymore. It could be a sad…… Continue reading Tick tock…

Blogging · poetry · short · Thoughts

My kingdom…

  I am the child Of Cold. Tight Knitting of the four Zephyrs. Winter Flows through My veins, I’m only Alive in the cold November rain. Crowned Ice Princess.. My kingdom For one caress of Your Icelandic breeze. My kingdom, if You please…