Entry VIII

Can you find my small scars? If you look close enough, you might find some.

Entry VII

A kid complained about his friend to a teacher: HE SAID HE'S NOT INTERESTED IN LEGO ANYMOOORE!!!!

Entry VI

5 questions to ask yourself every day:

1.       Am I alive?

2.       Is there something I need to let go of?

3.       What do I have to be thankful for?

4.       How can I make someone else’s day?

5.       What is something that I’ve always wanted to do?

Entry V

Human statues are popular in Europe but still not so much in Russia. So, my friends decided to give it a try. Meeting people and giving them a smile was the main objective. I was very proud of their courage. Public performance isn’t easy in Russia. I was proud of them as women as well. After standing half an hour, the police came and asked them to leave. We slowly walked to the river bank crowded with people. People would stop and ask to take a photo with them. It was one of these sunny days where all of your photograph would look great. Smells like summer.

Entry IV

Platon's Bible

Russians were unusually cheerful; it was the 9^th of May. A reason to let your guard down and enjoy strangers’ company. Jack Kerouac's The Dharma Bums became Platon's Bible. We roamed the streets till morning and he kept looking for good light to read us something from it. He’d stop strangers and preach about it. The alleys became his stage. Amen, he’s finish every sentence. 

 

Entry III

In tough times, I like to make it harder on myself. Maybe to challenge, or maybe just to stop thinking about anything and busy myself coping with the new change. So, I decided to cut my long curly hair that I thought was my only beauty. 


Me almost in tears: I cut my hair!
Her: good for you.
Me: what if I don't attract anybody anymore?
Her: well, I don't shave my legs for the same reason. I don't want to attract anyone with my looks.

Entry II

We're not close enough!

I used to wonder what it's like having a loved person near you that you can't reach. Not anymore.

Entry I

 

This door will haunt me for a long time. I want what's behind it. Even for a fleeting moment. I don't even know how I developed this infatuation to that person but it happened. I guess I just wanted to hurt myself. I knew very well he's not mine and never will be. 

Our faces meet

Yours flushed
Mine in bewilderment
A hand shake and a false introduction
And her eyes showing an apology
For some reason you looked good in your street clothes
And my hidden thoughts falling out taking my heart with them
I think some of it is still there
Right between the door and the exist
Where the trailer played
And my eyes were glued to the motion
I didn’t even know that it’s possible
To build hopes on false notes
Completely aware of my fraud
Holding on what not in my own thoughts
In them your eyes telling me to move in closer
And I know there’s no room
I picture your hands sliding in
The way I carved it in my deepest memory
Those hands that made my heart fall the first time

When I found out my thighs and body can’t fill the space

When I found out I helped the decision to surface
When I saw it clear that I’m no good for this
While washing my body’s grief I still think
Maybe you’d give it another chance
And I hate myself a little more for this