Tag: growing

Twelve years after I still miss you

I once read about a writer who went to assist an autopsy. All her life she had been an atheist but having seen all the tiny connections of a dead human body ‘made her rethink about the possibility of an existing God‘ – she wrote. We are literally inhabiting a magical box. I remember the morning after we buried my mom. I woke up,…

Souls of my days

There are eyes crossing mine, every day. Smiles disguising horrors. Laughs so loud that can make a house shaking. Then I accidentally listen to the quickest movements and suddenly big truths strip the silky veils. When I catch dark lights right on a blink of an eye. What I truly adore about my everyday is meeting the eyes of all…