Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu
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Day 312 – Solitude

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Have you ever felt lonely among people? You know the feeling, being only a shadow who walks around acting like a human being. Sometimes imposed solitude is the best thing you can offer yourself and other timesĀ it’s just a sad fact, feeling misunderstood, invisible, unnoticed. I have experience both in time and I think I like them equally. Yeah, it hurts when you feel invisible and you...

Day 300 – Is it? Really?

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Day 300. Oh, boy, that’s something. I’m not going to go on saying again that I can’t believe it or that I wasn’t expecting this day to come, but I am going to smile for a while. I could even say I celebrated a little today, having the most wonderful 4 hours I had the whole week. The first hundred days were horrible. Every day was a struggle, every hour my worst enemy and I...

Day 289 – Decisions

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I don’t like deciding things. It’s one of my most awful nightmares. I don’t like deciding how and when to change houses, cars, furniture, pets, computers and so on. I get to attached to things. I name them, talk to them, tell them my life story trying in a way to make them welcome into my life and then I almost cry when I have to let them go. And you always have to let them go...

Day 277 – Aimless

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Not in the mood, tired, empty, feeling purposeless… Shower, early morning, overslept, motherly duties… Desperate for fresh air, coffee break, planning, smiling… Lots of hugs, lunch, leaving, teaching… Children, beauty, satisfaction, buss stop… Home, dinner, lots of hugs, smiles, sadness. This is how my day would look like without using any verbs. I was supposed to...

Day 149 – Blank

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This is not a day I would like to share. This is a day that I would wish no one would read about or experience. This is not a good day. Good? Not even close to the meaning of the word. This is a day when one would want a friend near by although you don’t want to hear anyone else’s voice because your own is too loud. This is a day where you can understand why there are wars and...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu