Thursday, February 23, 2017

My writing: Scars(29)


We all have scars, have been hurt and hurt other people.
I know my scars so well, because I've always tried to hide them. And I built walls for that, walls that you need patience and courage to climb. I still have those...
I have been hurt a lot during many years and that left me with some painful scars. For this reason I trust people hard and keep them at a certain distance, so that they can't hurt me again.
But somehow you came closer and I let you and trusted you. 
I was so disappointed when my expectations didn't meet reality, but after many hours of thinking, I know you did the best you could.
Maybe your best was not the result I wanted and there is nobody to blame for that. We are all different, want different things, have expectations, make mistakes and we move on.
There are moments when I miss you,when I would climb all the walls you built and hug you, just to know you are ok.
I have seen you hurt badly twice and I felt your pain. I wish I had never hurt you, or that you didn't  hurt me so many times, but I can't change the facts.
All I know is that I can no more stay where it hurts.... 



Thursday, February 09, 2017

My writing :Mi-e dor (28)


Cand sunt trista mi-e dor de oameni,de locuri,de tot ce era frumos.

Azi mi-e dor de strazile din Bucuresti pe care obisnuiam sa ma plimb . Mi-e dor de Cismigiu si de Romana, mi-e asa dor de orasul pe care l-am simtit "acasa "de prima data.

Mi-e dor de perioada aia in care totul parea mai usor, in care desi aveam intrebari stiam ca totul se va rezolva.

Mi-e dor de o zi de primavara, de o mica descoperire care sa-mi placa, de o cafea pe care sa o beau cu o prietena.

Mi-e dor si de-o dimineata de vara in care miroase a iarba proaspata si soarele incalzeste, iar eu ascult Raphael in casti...

Mi-e dor sa alerg sa ajung la un curs de chineza , sa incep dimineata cu un film la Patria, Scala sau Studio.

Mi-e dor de libertatea de atunci, mi-e dor sa pot sa o sun pe mama si sa vorbim ore intregi.

Mi-e dor sa ma duc la cursul preferat si sa-mi zic ca intr-o zi voi face si eu asta.

Mi-e dor de toate astea si multe altele si-mi par atat de departe, incat parca le-am trait in alta viata...

Poate mi-e dor de mine.