The pilgrimage

My tears fall on the burnt jasmine of my dreams, allowing begins inside the hollow of fear and terror, the dark landscapes of doubts. I surrender to current and move closer to the only place I belong; the pilgrimage. The edge of terror forces me to kneel down on the hard ground of now, with…

The lover has returned

Leaving old feels hard, accepting new is even harder. Your mind is a trickster, stealing the precious time, keep you in distance, never arriving, never leaving. It is exhausting, the fear of getting it wrong, to be not good enough, or worthy of what life does promise. You want love, so isn’t the time to…

I must love you so much…

There is a room, not too large, not too small. It holds the silence of forests for me. Poppies bloom on its walls. Ocean waves could be heard in beating of my heart. Dream making is allowed between hours, day and night. I am so selfishly alone in this room. The door is unlock, I…