Still it is your dream and you reached it. Maybe it took too much of your energy and now you are empty. You look around empty wondering how you will manage to stand up and chase the next one. Actually

Tears, Only Tears everywhere My eyes are not crying. The tears are not falling. My face is not mourning. My mouth might be smiling. But inside I am mess, such a mess. Everything is too little or too much.

2019 should be my year of dancing... I need to express myself through my dance. I need to feel the notes, the beat, the lyrics in my body, under my skin. I need that! I really do.

I am looking at my old posts I am looking back at how it all started on steem. I can not count how many night I spend here commenting, reading, writing, looking for inspiration, inspiring some (I hope).

That was ... hmm... I do NOT remember Pictures from gratisography

I have a dream. I want to explore the mysteries of the deep, the blue , the sea. I want to fall in love with the sirens. I want to breath life through the water. I want to experience the freedom of swimming.

Are grey clouds heavier than white clouds? They might fall since they are hanging that much over my head

Art is about telling stories We have a chance: it has never been easier to tell a story. Movies, games, books/blogs, ... you creativity is your only limitation. I feel like I have so much more to tell,

I discovered the band BTS last week . I am sure I came across them previously but they did not catch my eyes before. This time they sure did. I like the feeling and the energy in the song/video. On replay:

What a perfect prompt from the daily freewrite. I just launch a game around the world cup. Now I am thinking about another one: write a story from one game from the cup. Basically your story will be set

So Friday and the weekend is just around the corner. Actually I don't really care. I think I have been missing dancing for quite some time. When I hear the first notes of the #music my body is already

You and Me Me and You We met by fate If fate was an herb or a plant You and ME Me and You We jump through the gate Two drops alike and different You and Me Me and You soulmates naive and innocent You and

I already watched it twice and I really like it.

I don't think I ever took proper writing class. I mean I pretty much learn everything I know from school, which doesn't teach you how to write books or poetry. I learned grammar, conjugation, orthography...

She managed to go through her order without hesitation, which was not a small feat. She would always stress when it was her turn to order. The words would be blurred by the gaze of the Starbucks employee.

From a Ferry in Italy Will you reach out for me when I need it? Will you save me from drowning? Will you still love me?

The eyes became slowly white. The body arched back while the mouth opened. The veins clothed the skin. The fingers dig deeper as the pain surrounded the body. A green tongue unrolled the life robbed from

Do I have much to write about? Well I have made fewer posts than usual. It is not that I have less to tell or I have low inspiration. I have a good number of stories ongoing... in my head. I guess they

This song should have won the Oscars! I can't say enough how much this song inspires me. Each line and word resonate with a part of me. It is very hard for me to channel my feelings and write while listening.

Not much of a story today but I decided to dust my camera with the prompt. Life is a puzzle or just a mystery? One can wonder if God, or whatever that is playing, is having fun with wooden pieces. Is there