12 AM at the Beach

Parasol made of straw is slowly swinging above my head,

The wind tickles me all over my body while I stay hidden from the Sun.

The Sun that ferociously burns every single speck of sand,

Thus making it a path of lava to walk on and it hurts so much,

So awfully for one of my feet to touch the burning ground. Čítať ďalej →

Autumn

The one of four seasons is back again

Coming shortly after summer before there’ll be another.

The yellow leaves are falling, lying on the pavement of the park

While I’m sitting here on this bench, looking at people all around me.

They pass me, some of them walk, others lead a rather meaningless talk. Čítať ďalej →

Through The Window of a Room

Sitting on the carpet in the middle of the room,

I look outside through the only portal,

Peeking through the blinds

To see the midnight with my own eyes;

To try and grasp all the feelings and sensations it gives me. Čítať ďalej →

Sleepwalking

Though I’m not a sleepwalker

I feel like today I might be one,

Because this day I have begun

Without energy and waking up. Čítať ďalej →