Literary escapades

Life is a house of cards Endless flights of stairs  Leading nowhere Luring with promises  Without any intention to keep them Loud and painful  And empty  Devoid of purpose or meaning Just a bad dream  You keep trying to wake up from  Every day unsuccessfully   

If from the darkness comes the light how much light can years of darkness create... Can there be light at all in the edge of the darkest darkness? Is it possible or it's just another carrot luring you to keep walking when the only sane choice is to officially give up... Light might be just a fiction, unattainable dream like everything else that never come to be. Why endless run along shabby hallways with turns and slippery surface underneath, with muffled voices ahead, with dying away sounds and ever reliving itself days. Light is just an illusion of hope  professing to be around one of these corners. It won't happen no matter how much you try to deceive yourself in order to carry on this charade called life. One day there comes a realization - beginning and end are connected in one giant circle that doesn't allow to step out, leave, or vanish. There's no direction, dreams are fiction, efforts futile. Time doesn't exist, it never did. I don't exist, it...

Those tiresome tears that burn from inside Unable to hide in treacherous corners Unconsciously wishing they could be a river With turbulent current to sweep all around... No days to remember No places to visit No names, no voices In obvious vacuum The world might as well be a different planet As foreign and empty as alien landscape With everything buried away from the glances

I am giving up on people. I'm giving up on trust and expectations.  I'm giving up on irrelevant days, things and events.  Time is precious. People unreliable like weather. In the end you are the only one you can truly trust.  That's all that counts.  No expectations - no disappointments,  no trust - no deception. As simple as that. Clean and detached. Attachments create dependency, disfunction, desperation and hopeless circle.  Freedom is everything. Without it life isn't worth living. Freedom, purpose, clarity of mind - all you need to move forward with dignity and self worth.  Emotional clutter aside. Distractive attachments aside. Past and present aside. They don't matter.   Future does. The only thing that does  even if you only catch a glimpse of it gliding on the edge of the horizon.

The answer is eluding me To question growing from within That carries  peace and sleep away  Like scraps and wreckage passing days  Newspapers sad and faded lines  Of life  Existed once and times  Gone by With only memories at bay  Surviving somewhere  deep inside Awaken to the sound of rain  From tortured dream To realize  You can't go back  and find oblivion in lost

Я жду ответа на вопрос  Который мхом во мне пророс И не дает покой и сон Найти приют  Со всех сторон Одни обрывки дней и лет И строки выцветших газет Из прежней жизни Что была  И память, что не отцвела  Пустынным в забытье цветком В забитых окнах молотком  Стучится дождь И сыплет град И нет туда пути Назад  нельзя вернуться и найти Потерянных минут забвение

На строку наползает строка друг за другом до потолка  Нету воздуха, солнца, дня я в потемках теряю меня Где-то небо и птицы и свет и счастливые сны в ответ  Заблудившись среди теней  тонут годы в потоке дней  В силуэтах упрямой зимы Исчезаем из памяти мы

Slowly suffocating reality with all the freshly built roadblocks, limiting movements and directions, creating chaos and uncertainty. Who wants that?  Yearning to see above and beyond the horizon, to explore the unlimited space is building up like a pressure that must be released.  Are we the prisoners of circumstances or just of our own selves with all the fears and doubts clouding judgement, impairing decision making, stifling hopes and dreams that seem so unreachable but also incredibly important and meaningful not to pursue them against all odds, without looking back... Who knows what is what and what should or shouldn't be.  One thing is crystal clear - giving up is not an option. The voice inside won't be silenced as killing it would only mean the death of self, final breaking point beyond which life would be just a mechanical repetition of expected motions, senseless in itself however precisely correct they may be. The need to be truly alive is w...

Summer is in full swing. The hot smell of cobbled stones is here again. Climbing up the narrow medieval street is never easy under the scorching sun. Fortunately, there is always an ice-cream place close by to soften the heat, refreshing desserts paving the way to  one of the cathedrals, so peaceful and more importantly cool, almost cold even on the hottest of days.  Time always stays still here, as if preserved in an invisible capsule. Tall grey walls, sky high ceilings where even slightest sound will come to life and travel between columns long enough to be noticed. It's certainly the place to hide from mid-day heat just browsing through familiar faces of stone kings, queens, saints... Elaborate decorations, grey stone floors that have seen so much, ever present smell of the past always here to remind of itself.  If you close your eyes and then open them and look up those stairs behind the half-opened iron door, it may lead you away from your own era into one of...

Lazy summer day... In town it's too hot, movements are restricted. The sun above is in charge until it sets and cool breeze brings a refreshing relief. August days are long, there's no hurry, no purpose. Going with the flow however slow is the motto. Icy drinks, tons and tons of ice-cream and murmuring fan... When you summon all your courage and venture outside in search of green there's always a reward ahead. Under the trees is another world and soft grass tickles feet taking the pains of long walk away, invigorating with new energy. Distant landscape luring further... The  midday sun  is starring from above blurring the lines, lulling into a sleep with sounds softening and fading away... shhh You fall into a dream of flowers, sky and distant lake with promised cool water where you can immerse yourself and let go of heat... Water..., so cool and refreshing, so delicate in texture, streaming away... Your eyes are suddenly open and you realize that it's sta...

The beauty that never fades, that is simple and yet an expression of the myriads of shades and sounds. It stands in front of you in all its modesty  that doesn't require any explanation and takes your breath away, holding your soul in its delicate palms making you very aware of the feelings streaming through like a sudden light from behind the clouds at the end of the storm. The air is so charged, the senses are heightened to the breaking point where you afraid to open your eyes. The view might tear you apart only to collect the pieces seconds later and heal and shape your whole being into something radically new.  The transformation is almost complete. Once more there's a chance to come out of the cocoon and soar. The skies are tempting. Diving into unknown and yet so painfully familiar from the mix of memories and dreams is exhilarating. There aren't any regrets or restrictions,  only the vast emptiness of ever-consuming space with the beauty in its highest form...

It's finally happening. I am going. The trip I've been dreaming about for years. The day is coming really soon. Not much to pack, the space is way too limited.  It's a one way joirney and I understand what it means. No going back. It doesn't bother me. I am ready. I have been ready for a long time. The inevitable trip I was going to make. It's too exciting to have time to look back. Things ahead eclipse anything in the past lowering memories in a soft shadowy cloud to unpack later and cherish. Just to think of it. The whole planet is in front of you. That's an ultimate frontier experience.  It doesn't feel like leaving at all, not at the moment at least. It feels more like coming back after a prolonged break, a newly discovered old house that needs some fixing and sorting to be whole and livable once again. I want to see it happening, use my bare hands building something new from scratch.  Will I miss things I'll have to leave behind? Of co...