Thought I'd go to the bakery and call my mum for a chat. We ended up talking for 40 minutes and at some point she said 'follow your heart'. I was surprised by her advice. It was on point.
I was sat outside the bakery on a wall and a cat approached me. I think she could sense I was lonely. My voice cracked at some point.
It was when I started mentioning [insert name here].I thought I'd pet the cat. Besides,it looked like it needed love and affection.
As soon as his guard was down, he surrendered. The cat, I mean.
He crawled on my lap, sat there, receiving all the care I had to give. So effortlessly loving. Like we'd known each other for years.
And I thought to myself, this is the kind of love I'm looking for. The Kind Love.
.
Friday 28 June 2013
Thursday 27 June 2013
Ten odd residents.
Picture this, a group of apartments facing the middle (the pool) and its ten odd residents.
And then me.
One's an English lady who reads books and drinks wine,
the other's a father of unknown identity (Bulgarian?) with his two children,
then me,
then a curious Cypriot old couple whose female member watched me eat on the balcony
and further away a Cypriot nan with her granddaughter.
They look at me with suspicion each time I'm on the balcony, on the rare occasions.
Who is this young lady and what is she doing here alone?
Has she got no friends?
No family?
Relax my beloved, I come here in peace.
I have both friends and family. But I have abandoned them for the sake of my sanity. I am an intuitive empath, you see.
I needed my time and space to recollect my thoughts. To regain my energy and to stay focused on the cause. My dissertation, that is.
But it seems to me that, just like Homer's Ithaca, the journey will give me more than what the cause will.
And then me.
One's an English lady who reads books and drinks wine,
the other's a father of unknown identity (Bulgarian?) with his two children,
then me,
then a curious Cypriot old couple whose female member watched me eat on the balcony
and further away a Cypriot nan with her granddaughter.
They look at me with suspicion each time I'm on the balcony, on the rare occasions.
Who is this young lady and what is she doing here alone?
Has she got no friends?
No family?
Relax my beloved, I come here in peace.
I have both friends and family. But I have abandoned them for the sake of my sanity. I am an intuitive empath, you see.
I needed my time and space to recollect my thoughts. To regain my energy and to stay focused on the cause. My dissertation, that is.
But it seems to me that, just like Homer's Ithaca, the journey will give me more than what the cause will.
Tuesday 25 June 2013
The chair
Alone in an apartment between apartments. Pitch black apart from this balcony. Shadows are formed by light from the inside and darkness from the outside. In the naturally occurring silence I can hear my thoughts remembering the times when darkness hid the light; the days when I trusted doubt.
A dog barks. But I am not scared of a known danger. I am scared of an unknown. I want to know. If I know I won't be scared. If I knew I wouldn't have been scared. You should have told me. You should have told me your truth.
Silence, music and thoughts feel the space with sound waves. I wonder if my heart's vibrations reach yours. I doubt it, for you are far. For you are in the past. For you are far in the past. And I wonder if you were ever as close as I felt you to be. Inside, the light is bright; it assures me you were. Outside, its absence is dark, like yours.
I am the chair on the balcony.
Embraced by both logic and intuition I wait for the morning where the truth will shine and I will know closure.
Monday 17 June 2013
A published journey of thoughts
Guantanamo in me
p.24, issue 19: http://issuu.com/scarabeoisland/docs/scc_issue_19s
Life is a game
p.24, issue 18: http://issuu.com/scarabeoisland/docs/scc_issue_18
The Absent Presence
p.24, issue 17: http://issuu.com/scarabeoisland/docs/scc_issue_17
Attitude: Confident(ial)
p.21, issue 16: http://issuu.com/scarabeoisland/docs/scc_new_design12_issuu
The Selfless Gene
p.19, issue 15: http://issuu.com/scarabeoisland/docs/scarabeo_december_issuu
One Hand.
p.16, issue 14: http://issuu.com/scarabeoisland/docs/scarabeoccnov
Why so serious?
p.16, issue 13: http://issuu.com/scarabeoisland/docs/scarabeo_cc_october_small
GAP
Vision is blurry
Love for ever now
Rope; Balance. Fall. Rope;
- begtation
Diary Entry,
Cut my hands and use them
Alone and Lonely.
None or Both.
Me no speak Elinikano!
Εν αξυπολητη παιθκια!
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