Disturbing and calming. The sky.
Looking through the photos I remember some moments.
Unfortunately, I rarely manage to enjoy the silence and landscapes. And a little bit of a warm bonfire.
Photo from 2022.
Sadness and peace
A gray ball in the soul
Tightly intertwined.
The yarn is foggy,
Threads of incessant thoughts
They knit minutes.
Gentle and quiet
The memory will embrace me
Like warm clothes.
Old clothes
The years fell to dust,
Time slows down.
But in the heart
Suddenly there was a scream,
Crying cold.
Bitter words
Beat against the chest deaf,
The voice is mute.
People around -
Only ghosts of the night
Shadows without a name.
The world is colorless,
Everything around is like a dream,
A cunning illusion.
A look through the darkness
Where life falls asleep
Colors fade.
The walls are stone
Suddenly they become like crystal,
Marevo is clean.
Transparent door,
The exit seems close
Just touch.
Will there be enough strength?
Go through this fog
Cracked glass?
Doubt grows
The wool holds me
Knits wrists.
Closed space,
Where is loneliness and longing
Weaving a bedspread.
Sadness is sweet
But this inner cry
Desires freedom.
A step to the limit
Where the world begins
Other shades.
The shadows will melt
If you break the wall
By own efforts.
The heart is beating
A mute voice will come to life
Will move stones.
Gray ball
I will untangle myself
New in the morning.
The light will pass
Through the crossroads of thoughts
He will open the door.
