HelluvaGirl

This is not a diary any more

Fate

I flew away, leaving the ocean behind my back. Its endless surface was glimmering at the perennial moonshine, covered by vast comforting darkness, undisturbed by human sounds or the wind.

The smell of the sea – it follows you no matter how far away you go. It lingers on your skin and drenches into your spirit.  Read the rest of this entry

My Least Favourite Life

The embrace of sleep becomes lukewarm.

I twist and turn in my sheets, pushing the awakening further away.

Anxiety burns in the solar plexus. Weren’t those pills supposed to help? Read the rest of this entry

Take Your Time

You could’ve rolled your eyes
Told me to go to hell
Could’ve walked away
But you’re still here
And I’m still here
Come on let’s see where it goes

Girl Crush

Dialogue

What do you know, maybe he’s the love of you life.

The love of my life… is not here.

Yeah, I know – ’cause the love of your life is diamonds.

He Is Happy. We Are Different

There are few things as eye-opening as meeting someone who is completely, utterly, essentially different from you.

Not only you see the obscure unfold before your eyes. All that you are (not) at the core takes a visible shape, too.

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He is happy. Read the rest of this entry

Giving in to the Risk

I took a little risk this morning.

My car insurance had expired last night and the girl was supposed to email me the papers today some time before noon.

I could’ve bothered to take a bus. It would’ve been a longer and much more inconvenient journey to work, albeit not involving the risk of getting into an accident and having to cover the costs out of my own pocket because my car wouldn’t be insured for those several hours. Read the rest of this entry

Colour to the Soul

There are people in our lives who eventually turn into concepts ingrained in our core. Their lives apart from us blend into our soul and add another shade to our identity. Their history is ever-present in the way we look at things, like a one-of colour in our sentiment. They saturate our perception. And there is no past tense for this.

After all the words, I feel I owe you silence.

Mine

Playing with Numbers