We were real people in a mannequin world. If they cut us, we bled, if they bent us, we broke.
E.Y.
Sunday, 22 August 2010
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Shipwreck
The stage after desperation is calm.
You untie your knot, loosen and reef out your seams and surrender as if floating on water.
Reaching the point of calmness is the shipwreck after a terrible storm. You wake up on a stranded beach with evey inch bruised and no possessions but are consoled with the fact that you're still alive.
E.Y.
You untie your knot, loosen and reef out your seams and surrender as if floating on water.
Reaching the point of calmness is the shipwreck after a terrible storm. You wake up on a stranded beach with evey inch bruised and no possessions but are consoled with the fact that you're still alive.
E.Y.
Friday, 6 August 2010
The Rabbit Hole
I found a place for myself in the rabbit hole.
Deep in the dirt there were no excuses, no explanations.No need to juggle with emotions. No muppets giving you advice on how to suceed in life, thinking they had figured you all out of a fifteen minute conversation.
Phone calls, sms, e-mails, notifications, like and unlikes; I had been surrounded by beeps and blinks wherever I turned my head. I wanted to shut it all out and dig myself more into the rabbit hole where it was safe for me to look ugly and be weird.
Ugly; that is what life had become. It collided with every move you tried to make. It collided with the simplest desires and drained you until the rabbit hole became a paradise.
E.Y
Deep in the dirt there were no excuses, no explanations.No need to juggle with emotions. No muppets giving you advice on how to suceed in life, thinking they had figured you all out of a fifteen minute conversation.
Phone calls, sms, e-mails, notifications, like and unlikes; I had been surrounded by beeps and blinks wherever I turned my head. I wanted to shut it all out and dig myself more into the rabbit hole where it was safe for me to look ugly and be weird.
Ugly; that is what life had become. It collided with every move you tried to make. It collided with the simplest desires and drained you until the rabbit hole became a paradise.
E.Y
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
The D- Day
At two different sides of town, two hearts were pounding and nervously getting ready for the big moment which they had been preparing themselves for the last couple of weeks. They had been chatting for months and countless hours until they decided it was time they met. The idea of dinner was overwhelming so she proposed to have a drink at a cozy cafe.
She kept changing her mind, piling up clothes on her bed because she either felt overdressed or too casual while he felt like an office boy with a shirt and blazer but on the other side, worried to appear like a teenager with a hoodie. One of them was definitely going to be late.
There were so many love stories out there but none of them had been hers.
The last time she was on a date it was with a total moron who had ordered a whole load to then realize that he had forgotten his credit card. Not only had she disliked him and his shrill voice but he had also made her pay the bill.
Apart from a few accidental situations with her stilletto heels, she managed to get to the cafe. She couldn't see him so she sat down and took out her filofax from her bag, opened it and started looking at blank pages and pretending she was going through notes.
Suddenly he appeared at the door. She was easy to spot as she was the only person sitting alone in the dim light. She had seen him seconds before but pretended that she hadn't. Damn it, she was nervous. She tried to avoid him until it became impossible and his whole body covered the light coming from the background.
"Oh, hello!" she said, hoping it didn't sound too fake. She stood up and bent over to give him a hug when she grasped his scent. It was faint and it was nice. A good start she thought.
"Hi! It's so nice to finally meet you", he said and sat down.
She could see that he was discreetly examining her. He seemed pleased. She was trying to understand if he was her type. He had small hands,a relatively small head with a big forehead. "Bald within 5 years" she thought.His shirt was buttoned all the way up to his collar. Could he breathe in that?
They were smiling and talking about "How awkward is this?" and different episodes of their chatting sessions.
She was an editor for a small fashion magazine and he was working with finance, though he hated it. He knew that anytime within the next week one of the partners at the company would let him go. He lacked the motivation and just didn't seem to fit into the men's club.
He didn't want to talk much about his work that evening. He just wanted one thing to work out and that was with her. Unlike her, he was very positive and admiring this wonderful creature that he was sitting with. She had elegance, she had style.
She didn't know what to think of him. He was allright but there wasn't any spark. They could be friends supposedly, but did she really need new friends? "Ah well" she thought. "At least he's not a loser".
They talked for another thirty minutes when they decided it was time to go home. He followed her out to take a taxi. He mentioned that they should meet again and she said "Sure". He gave her a kiss on the cheek and watched as she drove by. He was satisfied and started whistling as he walked along the sidewalk.
She came home and threw first her bag, then herself on the couch. She was tired of thinking and started to yawn. She didn't care about cleansing her face or brushing her teeth. She was looking forward to a good nights sleep.
There was one more thing she had to do before going to bed. She turned on her computer which already was on stand-by, logged on to the dating website and pressed "Delete profile".
E.Y.
She kept changing her mind, piling up clothes on her bed because she either felt overdressed or too casual while he felt like an office boy with a shirt and blazer but on the other side, worried to appear like a teenager with a hoodie. One of them was definitely going to be late.
There were so many love stories out there but none of them had been hers.
The last time she was on a date it was with a total moron who had ordered a whole load to then realize that he had forgotten his credit card. Not only had she disliked him and his shrill voice but he had also made her pay the bill.
Apart from a few accidental situations with her stilletto heels, she managed to get to the cafe. She couldn't see him so she sat down and took out her filofax from her bag, opened it and started looking at blank pages and pretending she was going through notes.
Suddenly he appeared at the door. She was easy to spot as she was the only person sitting alone in the dim light. She had seen him seconds before but pretended that she hadn't. Damn it, she was nervous. She tried to avoid him until it became impossible and his whole body covered the light coming from the background.
"Oh, hello!" she said, hoping it didn't sound too fake. She stood up and bent over to give him a hug when she grasped his scent. It was faint and it was nice. A good start she thought.
"Hi! It's so nice to finally meet you", he said and sat down.
She could see that he was discreetly examining her. He seemed pleased. She was trying to understand if he was her type. He had small hands,a relatively small head with a big forehead. "Bald within 5 years" she thought.His shirt was buttoned all the way up to his collar. Could he breathe in that?
They were smiling and talking about "How awkward is this?" and different episodes of their chatting sessions.
She was an editor for a small fashion magazine and he was working with finance, though he hated it. He knew that anytime within the next week one of the partners at the company would let him go. He lacked the motivation and just didn't seem to fit into the men's club.
He didn't want to talk much about his work that evening. He just wanted one thing to work out and that was with her. Unlike her, he was very positive and admiring this wonderful creature that he was sitting with. She had elegance, she had style.
She didn't know what to think of him. He was allright but there wasn't any spark. They could be friends supposedly, but did she really need new friends? "Ah well" she thought. "At least he's not a loser".
They talked for another thirty minutes when they decided it was time to go home. He followed her out to take a taxi. He mentioned that they should meet again and she said "Sure". He gave her a kiss on the cheek and watched as she drove by. He was satisfied and started whistling as he walked along the sidewalk.
She came home and threw first her bag, then herself on the couch. She was tired of thinking and started to yawn. She didn't care about cleansing her face or brushing her teeth. She was looking forward to a good nights sleep.
There was one more thing she had to do before going to bed. She turned on her computer which already was on stand-by, logged on to the dating website and pressed "Delete profile".
E.Y.
Sunday, 11 July 2010
Deck of Cards
My words are meaningless. Like a deck of cards, I throw them in the air but they land on the floor disarrayed.
E.Y.
E.Y.
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