Her blue eyes

She was my baby, my little sister, my heart, my soul, my world, my universe, my sun, my moon, my hope, my motivation, my joy, my smile, my breath, my beloved, my precious, my everything

Beautiful Siberian husky with blue eyes deeper than any ocean on earth

She was the sixth birthplace - I don't even want to think what would happen if my father hadn't taken her away.

She was wonderful. She had character, she could dominate us, impose her opinion and get what she wanted. But that's what we loved most about her. Of course, her stubbornness annoyed me sometimes, but now I miss it incredibly

This is really valuable thing. Of course, I can write and write about all the advantages of having friends, but probably everyone knows it. The point is, I have a really strong friendship issue lately. I had a friend once ... a real one. We knew each other for a long time, we shared many wonderful memories, we could rely on each other and everything was fine up to a point. This moment crossed everything out very quickly. And the reason itself? Well ... it's ridiculous. Personally, I know many cases where the reason for ending a friendship is because one of the parties starts a relationship with girl or guy in our case there was one such situation where my ex-friend found an admirer but strangely it didn't affect anything. So I was even more surprised, and not just me, that this ridiculous reason caused so much damage.

The thing is that ... I know what a scenic image means, I know what it means to create a completely different image, I know what it means to take actions to maintain this created image, probably and also attention and as such popularity. I also know, however, only from information provided by a person very close to them that by removing these masks (literally and figuratively) it all looks different. I know that. I’m a creator myself and I have always dreamed of being part of such an amazing mosaic where your one move can also bring incredible forms to life. Well, maybe someday. 

,, Don’t forget to write a beautiful farewell

I would like to read it before next daydream

Falling into a storm of empty terms

I always loved to write

I have my own Bible with my own work

I am a master of all kinds of fiction

And a multicolored mirror image

I am the force that blur the boundaries between fiction and reality

I am the one who for nothing in the world will not submit to the role and universal rules

I am strength and weakness

I am not two but four colors

I am titan and porcelain

I am a wooden music box

I am four trunks

I am music

I am a theater

I am a memory

I am past and present

I am balm and venom

I am helping hand and a gun by the head

I am something that cant be understood

I am error and fixes

I am a museum

I am a lilac, iris, lavender and lily of the valley

I am a princess and a knight

I am only a shadow

Invisible to visible

I am breathing and breathlessness

I am A

I am E

I am M