Someone asked me yesterday what does my world look like? My world never stands still. My world is a wonderful place filled with both joy and sorrow that keeps me going, that keeps me alert. Boredom has no place into my world, I hunt it down and kill it. Looking back, facing the path backwards, a smile judges my face and I know: I know my path is not just a one way street. Over the years I was...
Holding her daughter’s hand. Paralyzed with fear, invaded by memories. Seventeen years ago she was standing in a waiting room, similar to the one they were in now. Or maybe the tiles were just a little bit cleaner. She too was judging the women around her, she too was afraid of death and compromise. But she had to do it, her career was depending on her and also… also she didn’t...
Stomach pains, vulnerability, headaches, inability to smoke, depression… peeing on a stick. Doctors, visits, wrong diagnosis, fury, collapse… peeing on a stick. Happiness, fear, pain, smoking, denial… peeing on a stick. ” I am better than this. I should have been better than this. This can’t be happening to me. Not to me, the girl who always advises other stupid...
He was in his twenties, tall and very ugly. Clara met him at a party one night, when she was seventeen. His dance moves were impressive and his dress code almost conquered her, except she couldn’t get passed his looks. She was, like any teenager, very interested to look good next to handsome guys and she was indeed beautiful. Dark eyes, blonde hair, tall and thin, she was every guy’s...
I had an amazing, normal, beautiful day. The man of the house was out shooting an event, so us girls were left alone and unsupervised. We had lots of fun in the garden this morning and then an interesting ride with the bus in the evening. This day passed in a blink of an eye and because of that it made me think about my time issues. I have always been fascinated with time. Either I hate it or I...
I love dead people. They are quiet and you can always depend on them to wait for you in the same place. They never complain and with a little imagination they give extremely good advice having only your consciousness to guide them. They never have any issues and the beautiful thing about dead people that you don’t have to look them in the eyes when you tell them your deepest secrets or mistakes...
