Searching, always searching, Restless, without a destination, The journey is what she aims for, Finding, hopefully finding. A moment of truth and miralces, Overwhelming gratefulness, Feeling alive, connected,

Hello to everyone who is reading this! :) I finally have the time to make a small post about a topic that is really dear to me. I wanted to share my views on how to get good at something or in general

~ The wind gently blows over my surface, The sun is putting everything into golden light, The birds are singing their tales, The trees calmly dancing to their song, from side to side. It is a colorful,

My eyes wander from my bed to the window and I am staring outside. It is a very cold but nice winters' day. Later I will visit my grandmother and play volleyball. What else should I do? Writing or playing

Where there are thousands of worlds within one, Every soul, every mind, everything writes their own story, Where thoughts and fantasy collide, new tales arise, Every breath we take, inhaling the magic

My mind, it forks in different streets so far away from hate and greed I can't get up, they're pushing me I can't break free from society . You think you're living your life working every day 'til you

Warm, Being alive, A perfect coincidence, Calmness, creativity, inspiration, dedication, You cannot see those anywhere, But they surround everything there is, Learn how to tap in that flow and discover,

Driven by a force that isn't my own, It feels like there is no way out of this, I feel trapped, What should I do? And I keep going, keep going, keep going. No time for breathing, No time for resting,

Once upon a time a thank-you was born, Nothing particularly special in suchlike, But this one was different, with bright, warm light adorn, Determination and outcome are meant to be alike.  It's search

All is not as it seems. There is a “geis” on each of us. We are Told What to believe, we are given explanations for what we see, so That we don’t think or question; we just go along for the ride. This

'' ' I'm the king of Salem,' the old man had said. 'Why would a king be talking with a shepherd?' the boy asked, awed and embarrassed. ' For several reasons. But let's say that the most important is that

Everything is black and white, I can see while I don't see anything It seems like living without eyesight I am desperately searching for my longings wellspring.  Then, looking back, remembering, The