The Little Girl

So Easy

I’m afraid of the shadows,

the oily, black darkness

calling me,

Enchanting warm safety,

telling me to come along

like always

every fall

each autumn.

Welcome to the pitch of hell.

So familiar

to sink into the nothingness of everything.

To lull in the dullness,

the monotony of life.

So easy, so easy.

No wonder I’m afraid, I’ve seen this before,

I’ve been here before.

Yes. Just here.

The Defeat

It’s been raining for days. Maybe for weeks.

A lot.

But it’s warm. Not sunny, not hot. Lukewarm humidity lingers like a soft carpet in the air. Dampness makes the air grey and thick, breathing has been difficult for days.

Or maybe it’s sorrow that makes my breaths painful and throbbing. The sadness of losing summer. Once again.

I’ll never get used to this defeat.

Falling

Come along and I'll show you.



Do you want to know how it feels to fall...fall...fall...

Outdoors

The weekly theme
for
Thursday Challenge
is
Outdoors


(that must mean outside the net...)

Fly Away

She Gave Me the Eye

Have a nice weekend!

Blue

My photo for
the weekly theme
at
Thursday Challenge
is
here.

No sense and nonsense

I’d like to write something in English, but I don’t know what I should write. I have nothing to say.

Well, tell me something new.

I’ve been reading a lot lately. It has been enjoyable, just to read others texts, not having to make up my own.

Great. I should do that more often. Reading that is.

Yes, a little bit bored with my own words. That is why I prefer to post photos. Like this. It’s the cover for my collection of short stories I published last week.

I believe the cover is better than the short stories.

Well, anyhow, now I’ve written in English, my desire has been fulfilled and I can stop and move to something else.

I think I’ll read a book.

Think twice

Do you want me to be your wife, to be loved and worshipped by you, to be cared for, to be wanted and needed by you, to be desired by you?

Do you want me to be your friend; do you want me to listen to you, to comfort you in despair, to drive away the demons of your mind, the shadows of your nights, the phantoms of your days?

Do you want me to be the mother of your children, do you want me to carry the fruit of your semen for months to come and go into labour to make you father?

If you answer you do, remember: it’s a promise, an oath never to be broken, never to be forgotten.

Think twice.