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April – Between Chaos and Blossoms

April is a capricious month. A tender and restless blend of the known and the unknown. It’s the month when we reunite with the scent of plum blossoms, and yet, sometimes, we feel lonelier than ever. Nothing is clear in April — and perhaps that’s exactly what makes it so alive. Mornings sometimes come with […]

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What Remains After Love

Over time, I’ve come to realize that what we seek most deeply and passionately in life isn’t career success, money, or stability. It’s the closeness of another soul. That look that understands us without needing explanations. The voice that brings us peace. The presence that makes us feel “at home,” even in a foreign place. […]

When Life Has Other Plans...

The other day, I caught myself thinking a thought that won’t leave me alone:What have I lost over the years, chasing things that no longer matter? Faces, moments, dreams crossed my mind… all lived intensely, with the hope that “there” I would find happiness. You know those moments when you feel that if you just get that one […]

Words, Shadows, and Real People

I always got stuck on characters. I would build them up to a certain point, give them a shape, a voice, maybe even a verbal tic, and try to craft a past for them. But then, when the moment came to breathe life into them, to let them exist through their own thoughts, I would […]

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The Art of Not Writing a Novel

I have often thought about what it means to write a novel. Structure, characters, conflicts, climax – all these rules we learn, follow, and apply. But what if I don’t want to write a novel the way everyone expects? What if I want to write and, at the same time, say nothing? This is the […]

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The Dance of Thought

How long does a thought last? What is the worth of a dream lived only halfway, caught between reality and illusion? How intense can a dance be when no one sees it, yet it ignites an inner fire? Time moves in unsuspected rhythms, slipping through the corners of our days, sometimes without leaving visible traces. […]

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And yet, March

It brings me sunshine, it brings me beauty. And perhaps no light is warmer than the one that appears after the cold, no sky bluer than the one washed clean by the last icy rains. March arrives like a promise, like a ray slipping through the shadows of winter. March is about springs, about all […]

Icicles and Memories

The cold seeps into my bones like a broken promise. It settles within me, crushes me, makes me cry. With icicles. Transparent, sharp, they slide silently down my cheeks and freeze before touching the ground. A voice, from nowhere, warns me not to prick anyone. I try to find its source, but reality is too […]

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