There is an invisible barrier that collapses the moment the door closes behind us and the sound of the latch marks the beginning of solitude. In that second of silence, the «persona» we carry through the world like a well-pressed garment is hung on a coat rack, and beneath it remains the rest: the raw […]

I was ashamed of myself the day I understood.Not of the world. Of myself.When I realized that life is a masquerade ball, and I entered it with my real face, trembling, unprepared for the cold lights of the hall. I spoke when others smiled.I felt when others played roles.I believed that truth was enough, that […]

January doesn’t ask me what I want.It stops me. It cuts my momentum. Slows me down.And suddenly I hear things I drown out the rest of the year with noise:footsteps, breath, thoughts that don’t ask for permission. It’s a month without scenery.Without seasonal excuses.Without “after this passes.” I wake up more often with myself. And […]

I feel the cold settling in, but not on my skin. It comes from within, like a slow mist that dims my urgency. I no longer want to explain, to prove, to rush. And my first impulse is to argue with myself: why am I no longer who I used to be?Then I fall silent. And […]

I pass through life only once.At times I feel it like a breeze brushing my forehead and vanishing; other times like a warm wave that surrounds me and frightens me with its beauty. Nothing repeats itself. Not my steps, not the mornings, not the people as they are now. Everything happens only once—and precisely for […]

There’s a quiet kind of magic in listening to a song you truly love. A small light flickers on somewhere inside you, in a corner you didn’t know was still untouched, still fragile. It’s beautiful to let yourself be carried by a melody — to allow it to move you gently, like a soft tide […]

Maybe meaning isn’t something you can hold still. Maybe it breathes somewhere in the quiet space between one heartbeat and the next, where thoughts have not yet taken shape and emotions exist only as raw colors waiting to be named. I’ve often wondered if life truly has a red thread running through it, or if […]

Sometimes I stop running and realize how high I’ve climbed. And it’s strange… because even though from up here I see everything more clearly, inside me there’s a silence that doesn’t feel like peace. It feels more like an echo. Like an emptiness. Like a question beating in my chest louder than the wind hitting […]