The Infinite Sadness

There is an empty space where all good that goes in is consumed and vanished, never to be found. This space gets deeper in deeper with time, black-holing it’s permanent presence, consuming  joys and distractions and trading them for even more empty space. It’s starving, and there appears to be no satiating it’s famine. There is … More The Infinite Sadness

Feeling Good

It’s not easy being happy. Some people are better at it, some people are not, but happiness relies mostly on ourselves rather than the moments that happen. I mean, sure, we can have everything we absolutely could desire and have that be our biggest reason for contentment, but even still we are prone to having … More Feeling Good

Selfies, for Myself

I’m known to be a person who generally denies to have her photo taken, whenever I oblige I do it reluctantly, cross my fingers and hope for the best. Usually I’m unsatisfied with the result: the angle is awkward, my face looks too round, I look like a thirteen-year-old, the lighting suddenly revealed how much … More Selfies, for Myself