Changes. Survive.

Changes. You think you control some parts of your life, but you absolutely don’t. What can you do? You need to say goodbye and remain on your own.

Just, go ahead. It’s unexpected —and scary. But the world will keep on spinning with or without you. Perhaps, the best you can do is to invest time in yourself, to put together your thoughts, plan how you are going to redirect your life.

Calm down. Breathe deeply.

You are strong enough to deal with anything life throws at you, and the calmer you are, the better you’ll go through the thorns.

You can do it, I know you can do it. I can do it. We can do it.

“Veni, vidi, vinci.” –J. Caesar.

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Shrapnel And Ice

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Your soul… my soul… just black stains in a cold, empty space.

Breaking pieces, a million crystals. A bloody explosion, uncontrollable.

A spiral, dark like a throat, melting around shrapnel and ice. Continue reading “Shrapnel And Ice”

“Beware Of The Monster” Zone

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We, old fishes, are fed up of untangling hooks.
Giving up on desperation leads you to a free way of emptiness, ice and coldness.
Disappointment sharpens your need for loyalty and sick devotion.
Anything else is bullshit.
Darkness impregnates your organs like a thick, warm, slow venom… blinding your sight with a black parade of disturbing ghosts and anxious demons. Continue reading ““Beware Of The Monster” Zone”

I know, I know.

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I’m not a ‘talker’, I’m very silent, but I observe. And I observe a lot of despair, sadness, loneliness. I observe many people sharing anguish, depression, hate. Constantly, every day. You know, when I was young I used to be an enraged person, harsh, absolute. But life… ah, life, shows you the way. In the most unexpected, hard, hurtful, disturbing, demolishing ways. Why not? beautiful ways. Continue reading “I know, I know.”

A filter for quitters, a fence for the scared.

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She said she didn’t feel the galaxy outside, because her mind was chaotic enough as to get lost into.

And growls, howls, aches. Crawls, yells, cries. The mud is thick and your energy tears off.

And the obscurest night demolishes any kind of doubt. Continue reading “A filter for quitters, a fence for the scared.”