Barefooted, open handed… Hungry like never before! Plucking dreams right from the clouds. Wearing hopes, desires and so much more, knitted by angels’ dancing fingers… Fragile veil, wrapped around your ivory shoulders. You roam like the thunder. You flow like the river. You are Nature’s Child And Nature’s Ruler! Beware that who would be…… Continue reading Pandora…
Already December 13th. Time flies so fast. I am already halfway through my lovely kalendarlys. Warming my fingers to the dancing flame, I realize what a great idea it was, to spend a little time each night, and do nothing else but watch the wax burn slowly…. It brings up all kinds of thoughts,…… Continue reading Looking back… Day 13.
Fifteen years ago, Christmas Eve. I lived in Trois-Rivieres, and worked as an emergency medical dispatcher… In short, I answered 911 calls, and sent ambulances to people in need. I was one of the last people hired, and I had to cover most of the holiday season. I didn’t really mind. To be honest,…… Continue reading Looking back… Day 10.
Soft eyed promises, I no longer believe In mere good fortune!
Being confident in yourself is a good thing. I admire confident people. As years pass by, and wisdom sets in (I hope) I try to work on being more confident myself. The right kind of confident. Because, yes, there are two kinds of confident people. Some people use confidence to hold their head high,…… Continue reading Fake.
Home is a strange concept for me. Most people need to return to their house to feel ”home”. Most people have a place where they feel grounded. I never had roots, I don’t feel any attachment to a certain place. I often got sorry looks when I tried to explain my rootlessness. I don’t…… Continue reading Home.
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…
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…
NaNoWriMo is knocking at the door already. I know a couple of fellow bloggers who will attend. And I wish you guys all the best on this long bumpy ride. I know it will be a lot of work, but I am confident. You can do it! I greatly doubt I’ll be joining in… I…… Continue reading Happy NaNoWriMo!
Ivy shadows dancing in the wind, dying flapping of a ghostly pidgeon’s wings… A siren afar ripping through the silence of the night, a neighbour’s child giggle, Do they realize it’s almost midnight? Trying my best to warm my hands on the last candle’s flickering flame… But it is useless, my knuckles are already…… Continue reading Cold…
Cyranny's Cove 