We, human beings, are strange creatures.

Sometimes we feel embraced by people when there is no one around. In other moments, though we have people all around us, we feel lonely as if we were isolated in a dark room.

Why is it so?

It is not always easy to deal with the gap that separates us from the rest of the world; call it as you will: psycho-physical space, self-preservation or restraint - it does not matter. The point is that there are some moments in which this gap is shorter, easier to jump; others, it's like an abyss.

I'm afraid of falling into that abyss. I don't have the strenght to jump.

I'm I was never much of a fighter myself.You can call me chicken, I don't mind. Actually, I couldn't care less. I've learned not to care - or else pretend so.

Random writings

I'm no poet, I'm no writer, but sometimes, things come into my mind; blossoming in moments of solitude, and I have to take them out of me:


Pain

Every faked smile is like a dagger into me
Pain is so real I feel like my heart will tear apart

Hold on! Have to keep myself together!

Life is real
Pain is even more

Can't hold to it
It's hard to move on
I feel like screaming
I really don't feel fine
I simply want to
YELL
But I know no one can hear me cry.

But don't misunderstand me:
I don't ask for your pity,
your reassuring of "it will be good", "fine", "ok"
It just cannot be.

Ages later...

Over three months without a word from me... that is a huge hiatus!
But that's me, after all, a huge hiatus. Nothing so exciting, really, just a girl in her mid-twenties, who wishes she'd been born in another century, in another country, in another life...

Well, I'm sour these days...