Literary escapades

Life is a labyrinth, elaborate maze of turns and dead ends, a web of circling rings carrying you away with all the promises of tomorrow just to bring you back to the almost same place you started from, to confuse, bewilder, inspire and disappoint all over, again and again until you catch it by the tail like a snake and try to ride the waves instead of being swept away, looking from above the clouds and finally seeing the point of all this commotion.

Where are the milder days, softer undertones of pastel pallette  Subtle colors and lights, lukewarm temperatures of spring and fall Easing you in a new day, season, clothing Slowly fading heat of the summer, lazily turning scarlet leaves Misty fog of wearing off winter visible through the eyelashes Drop by drop melting icicles  The very first grass reluctantly appearing from under the snow  Streaming facets of time with the million of reflections  Rolling away, cautious and unhurried  The world moving in a slow motion  As it used to be Long time ago

Life is a torment. Enjoy the moments when it lets you breathe before stamping on your throat to see how much more you can take. Playing 'catch & release' until it's time to go.  Moments is all we have, rare and precious and easy to forget while struggling to keep afloat in a current that seems determined to drag you down into the black depth without the beginning or end. The sun rays touching your skin on a first spring day... The wind wrapping your wounds in soft layers of clouds... The touch, soft and familiar that won't ever let go...

What do we have except our memories? The ones we left with that are burnt into our hearts branding us for life.  Painfully sweet reminders of other times, places, dimensions... Surprisingly bright sparks that light up the past leading cautiously along the half-forgotten corridors, bringing back small irrelevant details, colors, sounds, faces. It's like revisiting after many years an old and vaguely familiar town, retracing your own steps. Once a part of an everyday routine it looks deceivingly homely and foreign at the same time.  What do we see? A moment in time with ourselves divided between past and present that are moving further apart. A moment to bridge this divide, to grasp the distance, change, to feel again the joy of coming back and inevitable sorrow of leaving. This trip that we keep making, revolving door between the points in time connected in multitude of ways with the common denominator - us. What are they? Our comfort or curse, in softer shades or painfully sh...

Memories like boats  In spinning water, Rolling with the waves  On ups and downs  Through the storms or calm In search for places  still unknown Somewhere we hope to be one day One bright afternoon With softer shades of gold  Caressing scenery Where final destination  Is a bliss  And life - a conclusion, closure,  peace... Where timeless race Whichever won or lost Is over

Life is seeping away like water Running through fingers  Trembling with fear Illusive lights  Show the road untraveled  Full of promise, new and enticing  Blurry vision of days and years  Slowly falling in memory pockets To be retrieved some other time...

What can you do when you are chained to a speeding train that only accelerates. To jump off, continue with the insanity or find the way to soar free.  If all the hours of pain and despair taught you anything it's to wait, hoping 'what if'. What if the next turn will have the answers you are looking for. Hope, peace, sanity. Illusions are floating in the air even when there isn't any strength to hold on and you are just instinctively clutching at the last reason. Survival is so deeply rooted that it wouldn't let you go easily even in the darkest of moments.  What makes us endure, stand up from broken knees over and over again, against all odds, against time and ourselves hiding deeper and deeper begging for mercy of an oblivion, from past, present, memories, faces... But tireless carousel is spinning ever so faster, and world outside is just a set of blurry images of what was, is and will be...