Embrace…

There… Where no thoughts remain at the door to nowhere. Where autumn crawls under each fallen dream to carry it beyond forgiveness… I've learned to count backwards from illusion, hoping to reach the point of no return into some stranger's thoughts about my own defeat. When we sit down, my soul and thee, it's me...

The #autistic lives of pines…

I was born in Northern Transylvania's Maramures, at the feet of majestic mountains, covered by ancient, noble forests, with their trees as brothers to us, and sisters. Strong beeches, venerable oaks, solitary pines, imbued with the crystalline waters of pure streams … It's the pines which fascinated my people for millennia, giving us our cradles, … Continue reading The #autistic lives of pines…

Asperger’s, the desperately beautiful trap of my soul…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAP4XWJxDaY I feel again and again, like my soul is trapped in a desperately, beautiful way in this song… According to the "world", I live with Asperger's; the world with which I feel like communicating the way this transcendent performance does, in a desperate attempt to make myself understood without being hurt, again and again, silently … Continue reading Asperger’s, the desperately beautiful trap of my soul…

Where clouds merge…

Too late to paint the shades of darkness; it’s after midnight, don’t you know? So many wounds, and so much harshness, of deaths outrunning lives too slow…   Do we remember our own image mirrored, the smell of revenge on edges of time, of tenderness scarred and hopes littered, of poems unworthy of paper and … Continue reading Where clouds merge…

Reasons to nowhere…

Abiding deep within limits of reason, stacking the lines between movement and still, abandoned or lost at the end of each season, painting of clouds for some windless mill…   Sandpapered shores without door or a window, oceanless depths all awaiting to fly, scratching the bark under each weeping willow, mourning a timelessness unwilling to … Continue reading Reasons to nowhere…

Shelves to nowhere…

  I need one more day to remember tomorrow, a page underneath old volumes of pain, stolen perhaps from where’s nothing to borrow, oblivious libraries of not much to gain…   Pacing intrigued through shelves to nowhere, wars of empires coveting gold, buried beneath my belonging to somewhere, echoes and voices of stories untold…   … Continue reading Shelves to nowhere…