As the sun rises above the horizon,

birds sing— notes floating through crisp morning air.

Flowers stretch towards the golden light,

petals praying to a new day.

A heavy yawn and a deep groan—

shielded from

the magic of nature.

I only feel half alive,

but maybe—just maybe—

my spark will reignite,

when sunlight touches me....

‘I think I just met the happiest person in the world’ he whispered in my ear.

‘And who would that be? I ask.

‘You’

Tears streamed down my face and I let out a humourless laugh.

‘How can you say that?’ I snap at him ‘Look at me! Do I look happy?’ I push at his shoulder and glare at him.

‘We all struggle, so what? That doesn’t change the fact that usually you are happy. Your laugh? I fell in...

I asked for a sign, but how can I be sure this is it?

I wandered the forest and the fields since I was a child and never stumbled upon such thing as this.

I’ve always felt connected in a strange way to nature.

I always ask the Gods, the nature, anyone that’s out there and willing to listen, for help. To guide me, show me a path.

Maybe this is some sort of sign.

With autumn setting in, flowers...

You loved me with such passion,

That I forgot what true love is;

Dazed by what you showed me— what you spoke.

Was it love?

Or was it lust?

The fire licked my skin, its hot tail snaked around my heart,

Gripped it, squeezed it ‘til it almost burst.

You caught me, locked me in a cage, and I, desperate for your love— never questioned.

Behind metal bars, disguised as promises of eternal love,

I lost ...