Entre la vie

It all matters. That someone turns off the kettle before the shrill whistle breaks the quiet of dawn, like catching a dream before it slips away. They bend down to retrieve a crumpled newspaper page swept away by the wind, as if to save a forgotten story from being erased. A nod exchanged with the Continue reading

Do the sane wander along the shore, drawn by the pull of the ocean’s mysteries? Day after day, I find myself tracing the edge of the water, letting the waves lap at my feet, listening to the sea’s murmur. It’s a pretense, perhaps, to watch life unfold around me. To hear the laughter of children Continue reading

In the quiet moments between night and dawn, find solace in the stillness. Walk through the city streets with a sense of wonder, as if each step is an unspoken poem. Wear what feels like an extension of your dreams, not merely fabric against skin. Look at the train schedules not for the sake of Continue reading

Recently, I’ve experimented with fashion content creation with a different account, and I find a strange relief in saying I’m giving it up. There is something I wish to express. Often, we are urged to persist, to push through the barriers. Yet, this relentless drive can be a poison, whispering that perseverance is the sole Continue reading

In the quiet corners of existence, I find solace in the notion that every facet of life unfurls as a canvas of artistry. The delicate brushstrokes of one’s actions, the sartorial choices woven into the fabric of self-expression, the cadence of affection whispered through tender embraces – all resonate as strokes in life’s grand masterpiece. Continue reading

In the vast tapestry of existence, I find myself pondering the ephemeral nature of our purpose, for it resides not in grand designs or lofty ambitions, but in the simple act of experiencing. Like savoring the delicate sweetness of an orange segment, or gazing skyward, yearning for the ethereal descent of snowflakes upon our weary Continue reading

In the labyrinthine passages of life, one often stumbles upon a perplexing truth: the art of desensitization, the subtle mechanism by which we gradually erode the delicate fabric of our existence. Veiled by our fear, we restrain ourselves from uttering the profound, from plunging into the depths of emotion, and from unveiling the true meaning Continue reading

From the depths of despair, in a world of shadows, Comes a tale of a soul, and the seeds that he sows. A man consumed by demons, and haunted by guilt, A life in turmoil, and a spirit that’s wilted. Through the dark alleys of St. Petersburg’s streets, We see a world of poverty, where Continue reading

As I contemplate upon the essence of existence, I cannot help but be awed by the marvel of this human body that I am blessed to inhabit. It is a vessel of extraordinary complexity and sensitivity, designed to perceive and experience the world around me in all its nuances and intricacies. Every sensation, every emotion, Continue reading

The day had been a veritable maelstrom, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that had buffeted my mind with such force that I could scarcely catch my breath. The festivities of Dusty’s birthday weekend had come to an end, yet an unsettling feeling persisted within me. Doubts about my very will to continue living assailed Continue reading