Stepping in to the light

Black dots make me doubt if I see the light or not. But how I'll ever understand, if not now.

Cold breeze can make me doubt again in it, but not like I've doubt in the light of the sun.

Taking small steps towards it and at the same time putting my hand in front of my eyes.

Feeling relieved that it's finally over.

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How do you understand this story?

Let your imagination fly, because I'd love to know what you thought while reading.

Light faded

"I lighted the candle. It gave a little light into this room. I started to blow the match when I saw a face through the fire. My love.
He'd left me, but I still loved him. I couldn't stand it. I blew the candle, but I still saw him. This time I saw him for real.
"I'm sorry," he said while raising his hand. He toughed my cheek and I closed my eyes. It was painful. In my heart.
"Please! Leave!" I screamed. Finally I opened my eyes and looked into his deep red eyes.
He putted his hand behind my head and looked deeply into my eyes.

 "I still love you. I've always loved you." He'd never lie about that. I knew it, but I didn't feel the same way anymore."

White crocodiles

Water's raising all the time, white crocodiles swimming in it. No harm in mind, but fear instead.

There's no more air, I've got to go. In to the ocean of crocodiles.

They are afraid of me, but they're my friends, my true friends.

Just one

Seven paintings on the wall. All saying the same thing. "Don't stop fighting!"

Five mirrors on the sealing. While lookin up I see a failure.

Three cats on the bed sleeping like nothings wrong. But eyes so mean.

But only one heart for me to save. No more, no less. Just one.

That's the reason I've been livin like every day's my last.

So I'd thought

"Books filled the room, where I'd been living for years. Many of them I've read several times and really loved them.

I slided my fingers over the covers and smiled. They were old enough to give me a joy to read them. I raised my head and looked at the light, what came through a gap. Soft and warm.

I took of my leather jacket and my scarf, putted them on a table. I took a seat next to the table, which was filled with my favorite books.

 Took "Jane Eyre" and browsed it for a moment. I stopped. I looked all around the room, because I'd heard a bird flying in that room. I closed the book, putted the book back where I'd taken it and stood up. I didn't see it, but then again I heard the wings delivering a blows. And I turned. Bird was facing me. Or so I thought."

Angel and devil together

"Once upon a time an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well."

I'd my headphones on and I was listening to "Born to die". It was fitting with the atmosphere. The sky so dully blue and orange, trees flying by and turns made me fall asleep. It was different. I started think of ghosts and angels that live in my dreams. They were tiring me. So my eye lids became hard really fast, but they gave me pleasant dream. Patterns, blue and black, in a harmony. An angel and a devil in love.

Walking all of our life

Walked a mile and walked in the sky, but never walked my dreams.

I've seen all kinds of things, but I've never been through things, what I ever thought things, what I didn't think that they were true. I only thought that they were only movies, which you can watch over and over again. Now I know it's all wrong. They're more true than my math.

It came to my recently. In December I was in hospital. When I was little, I told myself, I'd never go to hospital in my life. Still, it came true.

I can't read from nowhere about the rules of life, because I make them myself. That sucks. To think out the rules, live with them and make them right for yourself. Sometimes twisting We don't have to make our rules ourselves. Someone has to be next to us during that period, when we just learn to discover the world and when we start making our own rules.

Our parent. They know what we feel and they know the rules and make them for us too, but we still don't understand those rules. We start breaking them, not understanding what will come in the end. But our parents are children too. We donät understand it, but they also feel the same way we do. Scared of the world, pain and also making rules.

We're ment to make rules all of our life. We're ment to walk thousand of miles.

Vampire's pain

"I saw the moon between the clouds. Its light was so soft for me. Not like to him.

I'd seen him go playing and running, but only through glass. And he only saw me with moonlight in his dreams. I was his dream, what he daily sees at night.

I wanted to leave him, but couldn't. He was only a child. A healthy boy. I did choose this and I knew the consequence. And I had to do it.

Leave him or kill him."

Music sheets

Old memories on papers flying in the streets. Wind blowing them up in the air. No life other than me.

Every memory on these papers are real only to me. And I, who lives amongst them, suffer, laugh and enjoy them.

Every morning I wake up and I feel as I could run out of this place. But I can't. There are walls surrounding me. And that's the best truth ever. I'm stuck in these happy memories, forever. Every day singing the same old song to me. And every time about me.

As a writer

Some don't know it, but I learned how to write very well in 3 months. I read books, kept a diary and started a blog.

I knew that I wrote really badly, when I was little. I thought that I couldn't make it better, but after a while I read my diary and I was surprised. It wasn't the spelling, but what I wrote. I loved it. And That's why I started this blog. This year it'll be a year after I created my blog. I'm going to celebrate it somehow.

For me, my with you too, I read a story and I'll tell if I like it or not, but when a person wants a professional answer, then it makes me feel uncomfortable. I didn't want people to tell me how bad it was, so it's hard for me to say that. I just say what I think.

I'll carry on writing and I'll hope I inspire at least one person.