2017

Fear, etc.

Brave was one who wouldn’t let fear get to them. But now you are trapped in your second nightmare of the season, waiting for it to end. And it’s taking your life.
Finally something worse happens in the story and you wake up with a jolt and a scream, then take long breaths. Find your phone and consider possible options – who could be awake at that hour? – because you need to text someone before you take the Walk of Valor to your parents’ room, scared and ready to cry like a five year old.
“I need support,” you say, and receive.

All day you try to forget it, and sometimes you do, but mostly it keeps coming back. It is when night returns and you lay on your bed once again that you realize what bravery actually means: It is sleeping another Night.

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2016, Paintings and Scribblings

soft fumes/peace

A lot of peace. So much of peace.

When nothingness spreads. Takes over and fills in the empty corners inside
Cleanses nooks and corners of your body so your soul can feel holy there. Like it’s in a temple.

A sleep that isn’t your casual escape route. Where dreams don’t push each other like cars chasing in a traffic jam or kid’s throwing blocks in a basket. There’s no hurry and there is no chaos. No tiredness, just serenity. A relaxed mind. A relaxed reality.

No sharp red. No bright sun. Not the scary kind of dark. Not the scary kind of silent. The fear-free, worry-free zone. Nothing artificial nor too temporary. Nothing else. Just peace. The real, real kind of peace. (The one you write about when you want to feel a bit. Not the one we read to read.)

22-Aug-2016

22-Aug-2016

 

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By the roaring waves!

Why I don’t like cats very much!

Cat on table

Cats have always brought me a weird sense of discontent. These innocent creatures don’t do anything themselves, but the situation only always occurs so.

Just recently, about two days ago, I and another friend attended a wedding. On entering the hall, we began to search for a nice spot where we could sit and settle and look for the groupie later. Now, it was a beautiful and cool place– glamorously decorated. She pointed towards a table at the end and we walked to it and saw some empty beverages glasses already which meant somebody had been sitting there before us. Well, okay. I pulled a chair and sat. It felt soft… It felt like I was sitting on a cushion or something so I thought, oh it must be a purse of whoever was here before and they might have just forgotten it here.

But when I stood up and removed the seat cover what did I find??

I  WAS  SITTING  ON  A  CAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A WHITE FURRY CAT, WHICH MIGHT LOOK BEAUTIFUL TO ALL THOSE WHO LOVE CATS BUT FOR ME WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A VERY UNPLEASANT SHOCK!!!!!!!!!


So I let out a loud scream and these people turned around to see and.. talk about embarrassment?

Later when I related this to my family, my dad suggested me to pet one so it would take my fear away. NO WAY?!!! *

 

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