from the ashes we will rise

“N-o să ajungi nimic în viață!” mi-a spus c-un zâmbet de superioritate o cunoștință, undeva prin anul 3 de facultate, când am preferat să învăț în loc să-mi petrec seara în club. Nu știu exact ce anume a declanșat în mine acel moment. O fi fost îngrijorarea mea constantă că n-o să reușesc niciodată să-mi depășesc condiția? Sau poate a văzut în sfârșit cineva impostorul din mine? Sau poate mi-a…

If my therapist would ask me one day where is my safest place, I might not answer the most obvious, like under my blanket while reading my favourite book, which leaves me with a headspace; they do make me feel comfortable, I gamble on it. But as much as I would like to lie to myself, I do not have a safe place- something build with rocks and cement or full of trees and flowers; I do have…

Welcome to girlhood, where I put on mascara as a reminder that I should not cry today in front of people, where I put on lipstick as a reminder to not kiss everyone`s asses just because they ask for that, where I put on a nice dress as a reminder that I do not dress to gain their attention, I adorn for the smile I wear at the sight of myself. Welcome to girlhood,where I do not use micellar water…

I tried to make them go away,But they crawled on me with every ounce of strengthAs they tried to flay me alive,Leaving scars deep inside my body,my mind,my soul. And I found myself fighting with them,Screaming,shouting the pain back from where it came,But they become more and more unbreakable These are the monsters that keep on following me,Trying to run me over, to rule my existence,To make me…

smile for the camera

They told me: „Keep smiling! You’re so pretty when you smile… and it’s sad you don’t do it too often.”So I kept smiling, Afraid they will see the ugliness in me if I ever stopped, Afraid they will see my sadness in the corners of my heart.I smiled even though it hurt, I smiled when I was emotionally numb, I smiled when my sanity was long gone, And I smiled through tears, and pain, till dawn……

I was living in this vicious desert where I had no place to hide,no place to go,no place to love,walking with a target on my forehead.First, they disturbed my quietnessby appearing out of nowhere like a storm in July.And they threatened my sanity– was I ever sane?Then I became a forest,a junglewith wild nature raising fast in front of me,everywhere.But it’s nothing beautiful.Only a…

Stăteam la un pahar de vorbă zilele trecute, când luna se făcea martor al amintirilor noastre împărtășiteIar cu nostalgia curgându-ne prin vene, încercam să ne regăsim bucățile de suflet printre copilăriile pierdute de vreme. Vezi tu, nu am avut prea multe, dar nici multe simt că nu ne-au lipsit. Eram fericiți în coliba noastră… Acum, însă, fiecare e plecat de acasă. Obișnuiam să construim…

the cycle of love

let us rewrite the stars from the night we fell in love, because my heart is burning inside.not from the usual anger, but from the fire you started by touching your warm lips on my shattered skin.the millions of sparks you created by tracing stars along my body, night after night,telling stories about us, rewriting our lives the moment the clock beats midnight.and our minds keep wandering…

I am made of pieces, of broken ones. I am made of caramel, sweet, but just burned sugar. I am made of love, lost and hated. I am made of words, bullets in the heart. I am made of alcohol, strong enough to weaken the knees; and I am made of drugs, high in the sky but feet on the ground. and that`s what I think about while I sip the Jim Beam bottle as it keeps me awake through the night…

Ai avut vreodată o perioadă în viața ta în care ai început să te simți extrem de bine? Să fii bine cu tine, mintal și emoțional, în singurătatea ta? Atât de bine încât, efectiv, începi să atragi persoane care crezi că sunt pe aceeași undă cu tine? Iar apoi să decazi într-un mod surprinzător într-o zonă din care nu te mai poți ridica, pentru că ești constant împins înapoi acolo? După judecățile…

Timpul nu e despre bani

Am citit de curând un articol conform căruia anumiți angajați lucrează un minimum de 14 ore pe zi în diverse fabrici din Europa, fie că au de ales, fie că n-au. Și de acolo am tot citit articole și persoane educate care susțin că „pentru a schimba lumea” sunt necesare cel puțin 80 de ore pe săptămână dedicate muncii. Și să-ți petreci 14-16 ore pe zi, dându-ți sudoarea într-o fabrică pentru visul…

goodbye to the old me

I think I forgot who I used to be and I don`t know if this is for the best, but I cried out a river waiting for the best, and the best has yet not come. I have not received what I have been praying for, and my heart is aching a lot these days because I forgot who I used to be. And I am trying to stand still so I can find myself again, but who I was after all? Maybe I am the same. My tears are the…