Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu



Day 326 – Children can see even when they’re not looking


Children have a way of seeing into the human soul. They can see things in us the adults that we may have forgot or we never noticed. They love us and hate us because of those things, visible only to them. We, as responsible adults, rob them of that sight and mold them to become like us, just like our parents, relatives and so on did to us when we were kids. But until we get to steal their gift...

Day 325 – Panic


Forty more days to go. Forty more days and I will have finished putting my life on the screen for everyone to read about daily. Just forty more days. As the days pass I think about my final post. I have so many ideas on how to write it that sometimes it feels like my head is going to explode; but there is one thing that needs to be said: this project has taught me well and made me grow. When I...

Day 174 – Whenever I need to be rescued…


Another depressing post about my day. This year is definitely not my year and I am not so sure how I should feel about that. Sometimes I am optimistic, other days I just feel like sleeping and forgetting about it all and some days I pretend I don’t care. Today I am just confused. My body seems to punish me for my misbehavior, for all the sleepless nights and all the stress I am submitting...

I love dead people


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...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu