Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 124 – Nothing


I have written about nothing before, but nothingness can be a never ending subject, especially when you actually have nothing to write about. It all feels like a giant fog that came out of no where and the only thing it wants is my nerves and serenity on a plate.

The way nothingness screams in my head feels like it wants to puncture every brain cell and then to sew it up with nice colorful thread. I never get to choose the color, my opinion is worth nothing just like my problem.

Rambling thoughts and all I can see in front of me is more babbling and not enough choices, not enough hope, not enough patience. Sometimes when I struggle I feel like floating on a cloud and it’s only meaning is to carry me away on Oliver Shanti vibrations. I will admit: not a good day today, but tomorrow, tomorrow the sun will rise and set again and the moon will find me holding a glass of white wine in my hand in one of my favorite places in Florence.

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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By Ela Vasilescu
Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu