Merry X-mas

You know? I love you. I really do. I didn't have the courage to say it before,nor to your face. I am afraid. Because I know you don't love me. How could you? Even I don't love myself. A person created of mistakes can't  be loved. And I miss you. And I wish you were thinking about me and wondering what I'm doing, wondering the same as I do: "Do you love me?". But you are not. Because I am nobody...

Mirror,mirror on the wall...

You know..it’s not hard to lose yourself,to become someone you can’t even recognize in the mirror. You start asking yourself :”How did that happen ? Who am I ? ” Questions after questions and yet no answers. Even if you try to make a plan for yourself everything gets ruined…no plans allowed...

Онова в джоба ми.

Наблюдавах я дълго. В нея виждах всичко онова за което великите поети бяха писали. Тя беше война и мир, страх и омраза, страст и великолепие. Беше като фойерверка в ръцете на дете, опасна,но удивителна. В нея имаше вселена, в нея имаше магия. Нарекох я любов и я прибрах обратно в джоба с...