It’s never easy and it’s never only black and white, regardless of how much you wish it to be. — You know what you want. Deep inside, you always knew it. There were no words in your mind. There was just this feeling you were trying to resist. However, you kept deliberately pushing yourself in the other direction. Saying the gut feeling cannot be right. Experiencing once again the eternal…

There are certain things you cannot speed up. — Today I’ve started drafting a new book. I've already had a couple of scribbles written here and there, but I haven’t tried to write a scene or a dialogue. Even though I’ve already published one anthology, self-doubt is still waving me away from the pen and paper. What am I…

The old pain is gone. But who are you without it? — The past. The memories. Do we sometimes miss what once was? Or the only thing we miss is who we were and we are not anymore? Remembering that it was life we actually wanted to lose at that time. So we did. And now we see our own movie of memories screened in different colors. Feeling it in different shades. Feeling the ubiquitous nostalgia after the pain that couldn’t disappear and now is there no more.

A super short story. — “I just had enough…if a guy ever tells me I cannot live without you…I just say “So die!” In the black boots, new fishnets, jean shorts, and a dark T-shirt, she was sitting there, on a big rock in a park in the middle of a big city. Staring at…

No advice. No words. Sometimes that’s not what we need. — I know. I know all those things you already told me like a gazillion times. I know you know it too. And I know you feel like you need to say it again. All those stories that are merging into one same circle. Just names change from time to time. …

When the Inner Judge dangerously suppresses Spontaneity. — Watching the faces around after each word. Replaying every thought before it’s released. Sending all possible conclusions that are not even opinions yet to the strong judge that approves what never sees the light and what is worth being born. And well, that judge disapproves almost everything. Plus he takes…

Him. Her. What’s next? — Two souls. One room. Two chairs. One table. The only barrier preventing eternal fire to burn all around. Two bodies sitting still. Fully covered. Apart. While minds pulsate in the same rhythm before they are aligned for real. Before every edge of a physical form is aligned for real. The…

Before going on a date, please, double-check before you press “send”. — It’s the first Saturday after another endless lockdown. A Halloween party starts at 6 pm. It’s 6.05. The guy is late. I took out my phone. “Hey, are you still coming?” I type quickly. Beep. “Yeah, I took an Uber, already on my way!” I start typing the reply, but unfortunately, my slender finger slips without me noticing. The message was sent. Without double-checking what I wrote.

Ignoring them will cost. A lot. — I have to admit sometimes I am walking in the same circle. Do you also find it hard to say ‘no’ when it’s time to put a stop to things you don’t want to do? Doubting everything you feel, doubting any judgment you have about a certain situation or a…