Or maybe it was only you? Have you ever thought about it… No God no Fate… only you, your doings made you who you are now, who you are with? So why you are not grateful to… yourself? Why we … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: April 2015
We have it. I mean really. Freedom to say NO, to say: my opinion is different. It should not be so hard, so why it is so hard? WHY? Why we do not use our freedom? Why the heck you … Continue reading
It is not easy to stop worrying. Finally calm myself and not think so much about elephants being able to fly and land on my head, or them pooping around, or… worrying, that something will happen and it will end. … Continue reading
Well, maybe most of people can not get it… … but it is my fairytale. My life, my story. So I put here dragons, I even made nests for them, and some devils, lots of trolls, not many elves… only … Continue reading
I hate internet! In fact I hate computers, TVs, phones and watches and clocks! I mean really. As the only person on this whole world, I am not walking everywhere with my i phone. I do not have one and … Continue reading
As a kid I was taught that everything is my fault. Yeah, my childhood was really nasty in some points. But when you teach your kid, when you blame it about everything, somehow it feels that in every little point … Continue reading
Okay, in fact a woman… … but still with my childish soul it is not easy to describe me as a one. See… no high heels, no makeup no fancy jewellery and all that stuff. But still… I could never … Continue reading
I am drained. Empty. Somehow… I got all my plans, all paintings scheduled for later, all ideas cataloged. I got things to do, but I feel so drained. Tired… not ready to do anything important, not caring… Maybe it is … Continue reading
I keep seeing white. White violets, white feathers on usually dark birds. Crazy white plants, which should be green and white animals… so many of them. Of course I am aware of magic and myths, of course I know legends … Continue reading
Yeah… if you look at my date of birth you will easily call me a grown up. This is how it is. We are getting old, and older, and… even more old. But still, spend with me a moment, and … Continue reading