For just a few moments I give myself up to this pureness: The radiant glow of colors, the fresh ...
Often we feel superior but we're depending on the grace of the others. When normality becomes the exception, the exception bec
Forlornness - a wasteland which prevents anything to see the light of day but there is a glimpse of the will to live paving it
The human being is not designed to live as a hermit - we are dependent on the existence of others in our lives.
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.
When it feels like losing the ground below the feet ...
There is a high possibility that a fresh perspective changes the now ...
The marvel of life persists of the fact that eventually there is a chance of making wasteland seminal again.
All of us are affected by the things thwarted on our way, but the art lies in ...
There might be no other reason than the silent hope for a brighter future to continue life even in the darkest times.
There is an ancient mechanism in us: it's called fear, and we fear it.
We are surrounded by endless opportunities offering an unsure outcome.
Progress equals change and changes demand to give up a cozy seat. When we alter, we shift away from the known...
We describe the beauty of nature by its diversity.