you ask me why I don’t sleep at night,
why I work while everyone is dreaming,
what makes the absence of light a preference,
and see,
it’s not that I don’t understand your question,
or that I don’t have an answer,
but I’m afraid you’ll not listen
how loud are your thoughts
in the dark,
like being underwater,
when your heartbeat echoes in your bones,
beat after beat after beat
while the oxygen burns in your lungs,
and see,
it’s like that for me when everyone’s dreams
are deafening,
a deep blue silence that keeps my body afloat
and my mind from drowning
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April is just around the corner
Camp Nano Ahead!
It’s eleven days until Camp Nano!
I had totally forgotten about it until my NaNoWriMo moderators posted on Facebook about cabins and invitations. It was a call back to reality, if I want to be honest, because my writing has been suffering for the most part of the past couple of months, albeit not as much as I thought it did.
of warmth and salt
I love the sea.
I wish I could own a house at the beach – at least at view distance- so that I can feel my heart in the right place.
The only thing good about summer is going to the sea. When I was young I would spend at least a full month at a house by the beach, I would go for a swim every morning for hours, I would swim behind a small wooden boat while me grandfather would oar unhurriedly and sing a ridiculous song about a strong man that was afraid of nothing but for his wife. I would stay in the water hours after my skin wrinkled. I would lie under the stars, the sounds of the waves and the smell of the salt lulling me to sleep every night.
Spring is already here even if it doesn’t look like it in Athens. The other day we went at the beach. It wasn’t a cold day, but it wasn’t sunny either. Kites were in the air, children laughed and ran about, and the sun above the soft waves created playful shadows behind the clouds.
I think I’m going back to the sea this weekend.
Going after inspiration
When inspiration abandons me – which happens every so often that has become mildly annoying, I’m going after it. I try everything because I’m all out of ego on the matter. Most of the times, I try to lure it back with chocolate cookies.
Exploring poetry
Lately I’ve been delving into poetry. Mostly reading, but sometimes writing, too. I torture my friends with my 3am inspirations and first drafts of poems that I wrote on jotterpad when sleep wouldn’t come, but I don’t regret it because it’s fun, and because it makes sense.
The poetry out there is beautiful and fascinating and inspirational and many more adjectives that have a warm and motivational feeling.
Friday reads
With a ten year delay, I decided to read The Hunger Games. I have no idea how it took me so long, but my money is on the great fuss that happened around the movies. But I’m there and I’m having fun.