Literary escapades

Life Nowhere to run World's too small Time - short Out of breath Behind stars Hope Still

Like dinosaurs watching the asteroid hit the Earth, helpless to comprehend or prevent the inevitable, we live in our small worlds until the unspeakable happens destroying life as we know it. And what left is - just to watch in quite desperation what unveils next, wiping away surroundings, getting closer and closer, with the hot breath on our lips, until the last glimpse of light will fade dragging away memories, consciousness, the self...

Life won't ever be the same from this day forth.  No matter how far we'll go without looking back. It's not even over yet. The crashing change that makes you see the darker side once again when you thought these times are far behind. You can't turn your back yet. It lingers in the shadows with uncertain promises and cold reality freezing your mind that races endlessly from the point to point in time - back and forth - from before to after.  'The way it used to be' isn't happening, it's long gone, left behind the rubble of the past to only be revisited in memories.  Pain and sorrow haven't yet sunk in deep enough.  It'll all come later, the true realization of the scale of this loss,  it'll take your breath away, filling the heart with unbearable struggle  to answer one crucial question - Why? Like fragile steps on the sand washed away with an afternoon tide,  life itself seems so small and insignificant.  Evening sun on an empty sho...

In the pitch of night, speeding further away Blurry images melt and merge To create an elaborate patchwork and stay Long after they seize to surge Chasing crazy wind, on the edge of nerves Exhausted with dangerous path With uncertain dreams of the times to come  Where the day at a time is enough

I'm dreaming in my winter cocoon Of warmer, sunnier times Gliding across the sleepy Moon With colorful butterflies Under the blanket of piling snow Wishing for greener days Open roads to the unknown In all the infinite space

Wishing you snowy dreams Sweeping away the pain Wishing you golden sun Drowning in blue of day Feather-like touch of wind Ease and freshness of sleep Cradling you in its arms Bringing the hope of spring ...

Does everything lose its colour and taste with time, fades into oblivion where no one remembers a thing... How such vibrant shades can stop to excite, dulling deep, invigorating sounds into a blend... Do all the dreams and wishes at some point covering all of our horizon disintegrate leaving us wondering if they were even real... Year after year comes and goes, in a long line of events, like a flash of light that shines for a while and disappears washed away by sudden rain. Who will hold your hand in a moment that matters the most and won't let go... And more importantly, who will be able to answer all these questions?..