The air we breath
The food we eat
The life we live
No wonder humanity is sick
Ernest Hemingway
“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it – don’t cheat with it.”
“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”
“Courage is grace under pressure.”
Forest
I got lost in the forest
In the waves of trees
The trees of life
Overpowering the light
They thought light is where life exists
Warmth is how we survive
But there was no trace of sunlight
In the darkness that is the forest
I tried to feel and get a hold of my surrounding
Learnt to see like a cat
And felt the warmth of my heart burning
While my body was about to freeze
Becoming one with the forest
Cold, majestic, and intimidating
Only by becoming larger and taller
Will we touch the sunlight again
But when we think we are engulfed
That’s when we find the way out
So I stand in front of the exit
Looking back one more time
Everything looks more romantic
In the instant of saying goodbye
I had found myself in the forest
Where you lost me, infinitely
Raining Fire
The world is burning and
Brexit is happening
The only ones worth saving are
The animals only
Becoming Me
A Lion does not need to roar to know that s/he is a lion
An Eagle does not need to spread their wings to know s/he can fly high
A Dragon does not need to breathe fire to prove that s/he is a dragon
Why do you think it would be any different for me?
Seasonal Change
Changes are coming
But we do not know what
The biggest fear of my heart is
Not feeling anything at all
Frozen
And I look at you, wondering what you’re thinking
Because I can no longer feel you, as I used to before
So I looked into your eyes, those eyes I knew so well
Just to see a recollection of what’s supposed to be
my reflection
Mirror mirror on the wall
I remember this perfume way too well
Where Words Exist, and I Am Free
There are things I do not like but do not know how to put into words. I guess happiness has made me soft and I need a reason to go to war.
***
Feelings tranquil like the moon, dwelling on a bed of lake
Challenge me, infuriate me, enflame my passion
Give me a reason to be the fire that I am
Anything is better than this feeling of calmness
Because storms are deep and tranquility never lasts
I fear for my own calmness
It is more dangerous than anything else
***
The world is an empty shell we call home
The more I go out the emptier I feel
Until I find the depth of my soul
Where words exist
And I am alive
Sophia’s Wisdom 