Moments were born of inner need to express, to be heard. Moments of intensity joy and desire sadness and pain, frightening uncertainty. Moments of inspiration. You gave me the key and I thank you for that because you are my inspiration. Moments entered the realm of wordpress.com Moments to write these lines as the evening… Continue reading Moments
Sure? Yes, because I am an introvert and when I have the chance of a new relationship I recede, afraid of rejection because fear of intimacy is also fear of abandonment. When your whole life is a list of unrequited loves that is what happens. And you don’t have a new girlfriend, Steve? No, not… Continue reading Fear Of Intimacy
She helps with both hands, the bird wants to fly. Over burnt ashes in sliver of sky chocolate heart dances.
“I want a romantic nonexistent hero”, wrote poet Sylvia Plath in her journal. As soon as Selina read this she felt it spoke to her. Yes, she projected this idea of a romantic hero onto Ian and became incessant (indesinenter in ancient Latin). She almost began to stalk him somehow. No, she does not like… Continue reading Never Again A Would-be Stalker
In this silent night the ripples of the lake come and go like sisters Left and Felt who intermingle in our ephemeral lives where all seas and mountains finally meet, where tomorrow’s already today’s yesterday of three women I encountered in their journey. The first, Laura, began to speak of Left and Felt: Two concise… Continue reading Left and Felt: Three Abnormal Women?
Lost window and cracked smile are slowly vanishing from my thoughts and from the world I inhabit where all masks have now fallen. I hear a sudden knock on the door and with it comes a new sparkle of light; my dream deliverer has come.
waves of silent dreams crash with golden kisses upon my forlorn shores