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to do what one loves the most {or at least a lot} is kind of luxury nowadays and i truly consider myself lucky to be able to do this. and by this i mean taking photos and sharing in this blog.
amidst national sadness, depression, ashes and personal losses that will haunt me for ever i feel the need to summon more courage and just hope for the best by doing what i enjoy the most. and this is not easy. and by this i mean gathering any courage left.
everyday a little bird sits on my shoulder and picks my brains; never get distracted by other people’s paths and choices, each of us is unique and follows unique routes. there is no right and wrong in our choices. however, we are our choices. look around but try to refrain from judging others. focus on yourself and learn from your mistakes. and much more.
thank you all for reading this blog and keeping me company here. these are some crazy crazy times but i want and need to carry on.
if you feel like saying hi i’ll be very happy to meet you in person tonight at taf.
yours.
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i love to create. i love to destroy. i love to build. i love to take down.
i love starting from scratch. i hate starting from scratch.
i love to carry on. i hate to carry on.
i love being here. i hate being here.
..i love you. i hate you..
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i want to create, i want to build, i don’t mind to start from scratch if i need to carry on.
i want and need to be here.
i want and need to love you.
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driving along the sea listening to bossa nova; glimpses of past love nests. sounds of bittersweet romances.
knocking on love’s door but silence behind; someone is away or just too hesitant.
looking forward to my long greek ancient drama weekend; especially, to some sort of atonement.
my love to all our people gathering these days to support my sister and share joy with us.
peace.
have you ever felt that somebody has stolen your smile? lately, this seems to be the case for me. it doesn’t really matter how hard i try to bring it back, my sorrow is there in any step i make, in any door i open. it makes my food tasteless and my drink bitter.
losing my smile is maybe the most valuable thing for me and when it’s gone i feel i am sinking into an internal dark. it doesn’t feel like when the other day somebody stole my wallet off my bag. that didn’t touch me an inch. in fact, i woke up next morning and couldn’t remember what was that really important thing that had happened to me the previous day.
when your smile abandons you is like the spring of life that everyone of us carries within him/her has dried up. and you feel you can’t live without it as you can’t live without water.
