Insanity

"Just lay back. relax and let the water and soap wash all your pain away...." that is what the doctor ordered, he even told me: " It's just a dream, it's not real and it will all go away". But he doesn't know...that it isn't a dream, it's just as real as he is and just as annoying.
How can he have the nerve to tell me that it's all a dream., when the scratches and the woonds prove i am right, prove that i am not imagine things, prove that i am not mad...But they want me to be mad...yes...that's it...they want me to be mad so they could lock me in for ever.. but i won't let them..no..i can't let them...i musn't let them! If they lock me up i can't run anymore and i certanely can't hide and then i will surely die...
I was haunted by that...that..thing, that monster ever since i moved out....and i don't know why am i the only one that can see it, feel it, get hurt by it...and it only comes out at night...in the shadows...If they lock me up, it will always be there in the shadows...tormenting me to death...but i can't let them lock me up...i have to prove them that it is real and i am not insane...

"-This won't hurt at all. You might feel a bit weak, i suggest you sleep. The doctor will soon come to see you...just relax and it will go away." the nurse said in a low, menacing voice...that's how i know It already got me!

Summer warmth

  Summer comes only once a year!

That's why i am sad it's almost over ...I have so much more ice cream to eat, and swimming to do, not to mention so many other pictures to take and sights to see, books to read...

Oh summer...i shall miss you like i miss long mornings, and butterflyes, sweet watermelons and icy juices...Wallnut ice cream and the warm sun on my skin...summer..the only season i can wash my hair and let it dry naturalt..The only season when i can walk barefoot, and the only season i can lay on the grass and hear the birds and bugs whisper sweet sounds of summer in my heart....

Life is too short to get rusty

As i stared as these rusted pipes i remembered my long forgotten dreams...dreams that were just as rusty and old...but just as strong in my mind and in my hearts, dreams so colorful that managed to echo in my head for years and years...

Those kind of innocent dreams that begin when you find out that you can think, wish, want and dream...Dreams that are just as old as you are, dreams that gain depth and meaning as you grow, dreams that change as your personality changes, but somehow manage to remain the same...dreams that scar you, that shape you, that make you who you are...

Dreams that seem impossible...and dreams that you want to be impossible, dreams that never die, not even when your very essence is broken. Those kind of dreams that make you get up when you are in your lowest position...dreams that push you further and further, dreams that test your limits and dreams that  cheer you up when you desperately need it.

It is those dreams that we often forget when we lose ourselves in our daily lives, but we remember them when we need fixing..and just like these rusted pipes those dreams need taking care off...and what better way to take care of a dream than to fulfill it!

Life is to short to get rusty....so reach for your goals and live your dreams!


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Garden of Eden?

The place was abandoned...no one in sight for miles and miles on end. The only noise was that made by the wind and insects and the building in front was old and falling apart, a few windows were broken and the gray curtains were dancing playfully being blown by the wind. the door was wide oped as if someone or something broke in the house and the stairs had scratches all over them, just like the walls...As i looked closer i've noticed blood stains all over and then i felt a chill...i turned, and in a blink of an eye i saw a big black shadow, i tried to move but i couldn't and before i could scream i was covered by the thick freezing shadow...and jsut as it came it dissaperead and something caught my eye...it was magnificent garden right in front of my...how could i not notice it before?


All the plants were vivid green and the blooming flowers were almost smiling at me, butterflyes were playing about and the bright white light made it look like a fairy tale.
The garden looked, smelled and felt alive. I close my eyes for  a moment and tried to feel the positive energy flowing through my body..i could feel the garden inhaling..exhaling and  I was breathing with it, i could feel my blood in veins like i could feel the water from the stream racing towards its destination, i could feel every little leaf and every little grain of sand.
My hair felt exactly like the green grass and my arms and legs felt like branches...tree branches that were reaching for the sun to catch as much of it as they could...i laid down and felt one with the soil beneath me...i could not feel anything else but the garden...i died and became the garden...



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Art

"Art is the process or product of deliberately arranging elements in a way to affect the senses or emotions. It encompasses a diverse range of human activities, creations, and modes of expression"


To me, ART is any object that was created and will be created, and that has the posibility to change your emotion, to creat an emotion or just leave you speechles! Art is both "good" (is accepeted by all as art)  and "bad" ( it is considered the oposite of art, or a failure...like a very bad and ungly painting), in my opinion, even "bad" art should still be art because of the feelings it causes, not because it was made properly or is estetic.

To me art is everything that surrounds us...and no matter if you are a good artist or a bad artist, aspiring artist or dreaming to be an artist....YOU are an artist because you creat art that changes your mood, your emotion!!! Even if others don't understand, or don't see the message, the ideea or the briliance behing your art...it is important that you understand....

Art to me, can be a lot of things: a diary, food, a flower, my flower, a very bad movie, picture, paiting, a song, the weather...yes, i consider art to be the entire univers...because it changes how we see things, even for just a second!

Soul mates...

  He seemed like an ordinary teenage boy because no one knew of his obsession...

Ever since he could remember He had this cylinder lock. He, or his parents, or anyone who knew him, could not remember where it appeared from and why...but he kept it under his pillow and every time he wondered about it's origins and it's purpose. He would spend hours  looking at it, trying to find a clue about it, or even something weird about it, but it was just an old, rusty and regular cylinder lock....

One day, the boy was walking home from school and almost got hit by car, luckily a girl warned him just in time. He couldn't help but feel attracted  to the girl that saved him, so he offered to buy her a drink as a "thank you".
While they were talking about the weather, news, and other subjects that did not say too much about ones personality, He realized he felt odd. He felt like he knew her, like He could guess her every move or thought. He payed closer attention...and He was right! He could guess her every move and every word She was going to say and. much more then this, he noticed that she was studying him as well, searching for the same answer: "Do I know this person?"
He decided to come clean...he explained what He noticed and found out She noticed that as well...there was silence between them for a brief moment....it was time to say goodbye.

Almost a month has passed since the encounter with the girl and he could not stop thinking of her, and what was weird is that every time he thought about the girl he also remembered about the lock he had ever since he could have memories. He felt like he was in the middle of something, but could not quite guess what... He tried hard to remember every little  detail about the girl and their meeting. He thought about it night and day, until he remembered : she had a necklace....a necklace with a key...not just any key, a rusty old key that might just ...NO....that fits in the lock!!!! "
What could this mean?"

And in that very moment she entered the room, holding the key, guessing...knowing what He was thinking...
They've put the key in the lock and turned it and with a screeching sound it opened to revel a picture of a bride and groom...they were the bride and groom and they knew...it was love...love that transcended through time, love that survived each generation...a love so strong that could never die...So they did the obvious and got married!

After only one year of marriage they managed to change the entire world with their love, they did a lot of good and some say that their love was so strong it stopped hunger, war and poverty....some say that their love was God itself and other say that their love echoed in the whole Univers...
but that is just a tale...



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What tomorrow brings?

Tomorrow is a joy, a gift, a blessing....

Tomorrow....tomorrow is a curse...

Tomorrow is unknown, a surprize, a motive to live...an adrenaline sourse.

Tomorrow is uncertain, strange and wierd...tomorrow is the future!

 Tomorrow is the day afer...the day after today, the day after our choices, wishes and dreams, the day after our mistakes and punishments....the day after our sorrow....

Tomorrow brings hope no matter how grim today is.