Category: Reflections

Forever alone. No matter what happens from now on, that is what I will be. I’m surrounded by friends and family, cradled with attention and care; drowning in gazes of

As always, he was sitting at the back of the tavern, by the open fireplace. I noticed his white robes and grey hair the moment I got in. He always

It’s been a tough year. A really tough year. It feels as if they are getting tougher as the time goes by. I wonder if that’s true. Years are passing

I may be on my knees, but I’m far from defeated. I may appear beaten and broken, but I’m only saving my strength and as always, looks are deceiving. I

For the longest time all I heard were voices. I barely spoke english, but I understood hate and I did not need a translator to feel how much of it

For a happy person, I can be pretty sad sometimes. For someone who constantly cheers people up, I can fall in a very deep abyss of sorrow. For a person

For decades now I’m a caring, soft-spoken person; always thinking about others and their feeling, always weighing my words and actions not to hurt anyone. Thousands of words that maybe

You once asked me if I still remember her. I said I don’t, and I noticed you were happy about it, happy that I moved on with my life. Well,

I missed her the second she walked away. There I was, waiting for my flight at the airport, knowing that she takes off in the next few minutes on another

He barely held his horse steady. The air was stained with sweat, blood and fear and the animal could feel it just as strongly as he did. His eyes scanned

The setting sun lazily cast its last rays over a small, deserted alley in a small, deserted town. Soft summer breeze gently stroked the rusted street lamps and startled the

It was a beautiful sunset. I was jogging, but for some reason my mind and my body weren’t working together this time. My legs felt as if they were made

It is strange for a dreamer to have that thought, but even dreamer’s feet have to touch the earth sometimes. Love is not enough. It might be a central pillar

This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their

– Why is this happening to me? – An old man cried out, a wounded, hurt cry that only those who suffered understand. The alley was dark and damp, and

There was nothing outside but rain. I stood by the window, counting the drops and wondering just how many fall in between two heartbeats. Clouds were looming over the city,

Did I say “I love you” enough? I know I can’t change anything now, but these thoughts won’t leave me at peace now. So typical – my last breath will be

Come closer, my friend. I will show you things you never imagined exist before. I will tell you stories no one has ever heard before. I want to know that

People will call me foolish or crazy, or just stupid, but I’ll still admire the small, brave bee. Hopefully, I will never stop seeing the world in that way; maybe I’ll even see more and more of it with every new day.