When convincing voices fall silent, the convention’s content becomes an indistinct empty bubble ...
There is high confidence about the correct perception out there bur sparkles blind and we bear the risk that reality might tur
For just a few moments I give myself up to this pureness: The radiant glow of colors, the fresh ...
Our lived reality is a place which we never truly make but that instead makes us.
Life is moving, and we hit the hay if we suspect it will make an exception for us.
Often we feel superior but we're depending on the grace of the others. When normality becomes the exception, the exception bec
All of our life, we are looking for satisfaction but if the inside is empty and we did not understand, that real happiness can
Forlornness - a wasteland which prevents anything to see the light of day but there is a glimpse of the will to live paving it
We we forget that its depiction is always depending on the point from which we look at it.
The human being is not designed to live as a hermit - we are dependent on the existence of others in our lives.
We are in the misery of making free choices in a limited spectrum...
We like to complain about the obstacles in our life but ironically, we value the beauty of their diversity...
It might be those little escapes that enable us to bare with the stories hiding behind our happy faces.
Events might be forgotten over time but they still shape what they surround.
Yielding to the temptation of devotion might save us from the trap waiting behind the attractive camouflage.