The Deeper the Darker

The deeper I dig the darker and colder it gets – the colder I get. No, cold is not the right word, since something cool is soothing and empty of sorts. It feels more like an inflamation, but it’s also not rage nor pure hatered, but a desperate aggression and despair searching for a vent. […]

Another Night – Right?

She takes his hand – courageously, fast – intertwining her fingers with his, as if it was the most natural thing to do. As soon as they touch everything becomes timeless, placeless, fleeting, fog-like. Her fingertips tingle and her synapses fire: it feels like she is floating, no, sinking, as if she was a stone, […]

I Want To Write, Dream And Never Wake Up Again

Depression has been holding my hand as long as I can think. Or maybe I shouldn’t call it depression, because if you suffer from a deep depression you aren’t able to function, right? I mean: I have acquaintances that are clinically depressed and I can say that I’m still far away from feeling that empty […]

Being Lost In The Woods

Being lost in the woods. I can’t even count how often it happened so far: the time of day is totally irrelevant, the kind of trees growing there is irrelevant… Being lost in the woods plays a big role in my inner world. My most intense dreams lead me down uncertain forest paths, without breadcrumbs […]