® 2015 ::

All, the old and the new [is on the table again]. All we need is to be brave. Somewhere between the chapters of love and the future stretches the sensation of win. Our abilities, our achievements, little gatherings. The high stakes in return for a chance of happiness. But do we want to be happy? Or is it just a lovely idea we're not even aiming for?

For once - it is time to come up with some answers. Maybe it is the confrontation hour or maybe it's just time, we can't postpone it any longer.

Another year pushes us off the cliff, an old oblivion turns into a need of knowing. Knowing what we feel, think, yearn for.

We go in circles. But we come back. To ourselves and to the ones who wait. Sometimes we think we know what we want. Sometimes we find out by chance.

Today the universe makes up its mind. I have my stuburn conscious, things get more defined by the hour.

Frozen. We stand, facing the mirror, unsure what we trying to see. Once again, undecided what to do with the day. Weeks go by. Meaningful events do not happen on their own. Months bring little change and only the skin marks the timeline. Morning coffee shakes off the night shivers and we move on with the prescribed reality. Few hours bring afternoon and little dance of postures continues. We yearn to excitement (but it's late and) instead we get a bond. Floor heating keeps us warm.