Storm
Nothing was happening.
This is a place for words that come quietly.
For all kinds of birds, especially those who sometimes lose their voice and don’t know where to fly.
If they help even one soul breathe more freely, that is enough.
Let go
I let go. Everything that once lived in my hands — gone now, leaving only hope, and love, and small, fragile dreams, like a quiet garden blooming inside my soul.
My little bird
For all kinds of birds, especially those who sometimes lose their voice and don’t know where to fly.
Not yet
— When is it time to give up? — When the question disappears. As long as it’s there, it isn’t time yet.
Not even touch it
Life will pass quietly — just beside me. And I will not even touch it.
A vase
Before I left, a vase broke.
Become a bird
One day — believe it or not — I’ll become a bird.
A bird
There are pages one should never turn. Roads one should never take.
Silence
There is always a moment of silence.
Now
What are you planning to do tomorrow? There will be no tomorrow. From now on, there will only be the eternal now. We are forever in this moment.
Little mouse
Tell me, little mouse — how salty is truth? All its salt is truth.
A train
When there is nothing left, take a train.
Winter
In winter, words freeze.
We were time
One day, one of us will go on. The other will choose the unknown. But in truth, we both always choose it.