You wrapped me in the scarlet silks of your soul.

You decorated me with the glistening jewels of your sapphire love, amethyst care and emerald hope.

You braided my soul in perfect arrangements, bringing me to my knees, bending my nature to your desire.

You scattered flowers across my chest, hiding my body from others’ hungry eyes.

But then a piece came loose in your perfect braid,

a flower started wilting

and your jewels lost their spark.

You threw blameful words my way, accusing me of destroying our dreams, as I tried to perfect it.

I painted the flowers, covering their tired petals.

I tucked the loose end behind my heart.

I polished the jewels, begging for them to gleam in the light of your forest eyes.

And you simply laughed, uncurling the facade you moulded.

And you left never looking back.

Oh, my love,

You pull me in, a soft brush of your tender lips on my neck.

Your hands holding me firmly around my waist,

You whisper sweet promises of a faraway dream, pinning them like pearls on a silver string, as they sparkle with a lustful gleam.

Oh, my love,

You push me away, laughing at my weakness, forcing me to my knees as I beg for your forgiveness.

You scream spiteful truths: “you are repulsive”, when I try to disagree, words burning through my flesh.

Disgust flashes across your face, alight with pale moonlight glow,

But you hold me close, your hands already unbuttoning my dress.

A soft moan escaping your parted lips,

A quiet tear running down my cheek.

Oh, my love,

I try to leave, holding my head up,

But you put a pearl collar on my heart, tugging on it when I stray too far,

Whispering “isn’t this enough?”

I feel the warmth radiating from your body, hear the quiet rustling of your hair and taste the fragile sorrow filling the midnight air with coarse realism... 

The words never shuttering the deafening quiet, but my mind aflame with unspoken prayers.

Please, stay with me... 

Until a somber night intoxicates me with the lullaby of love and hope; until my mind gently sways into the world of peace. 

Please, hold me close... 

Don’t take away the safety of your arms, of your soft breath caressing my lips, at least until I fall asleep, until the gracious hues of dawn flood into the room, veiling the fractured lies... 

But your fingers slip away, leaving nothing but a crumbling cold as my mind submitts to the luscious darkness.

Living in a play-pretend dream, 

Cardboard sun gleaming over a never-ending masquerade of cackling shadows, 

I long for a tender embrace and a daring glance, 

Lost in the symphony of passion and sadness. 

I sway in the arms of a featureless stranger, 

engulfed by his whispers of promises, lies, and deceit, 

dreaming of eyes, 

glimmering emeralds of a forest in spring,

as he catches a fathomless tear escaping down my cheek. 

Blue piano, dreading and mourning,

erupts in a chaotic feverish dance, 

and faces merge,

crimson flames of myriads of masks caressing my skin,

dragging me into the abyss, 

until you break my fall, eyes of deep forest pools taking me in.. 

I feel a soft brush of your fingertips as you miss. 

Living in a play-pretend world, 

Cardboard moon casting flickering shadows over an empty stage, 

I quietly sit in the audience,

Lost in the make-believe cage...

Love... a word that strikes a poignant note in your heart,

forces a sorrowful chuckle,

makes your chest quiver

and your soul ache,

as memories awake inside, a myriad of iridescent golden butterflies,

alight with what once was...

Love... what simply is a chemical reaction between ambiguous pheromones

is brought onto the pedestal and worshipped,

searched through the howling lonely nights by luminous shadows,

fireflies gleaming in the damp midnight air...

Love... an aching realization,

filled with fragments of devotion and suffocating tears,

of a life long attachment

to a stranger,

when you whisper a lingering goodnight,

as “love” crumbles to nothing but golden dust,

tenderly floating in the blues of moonlight.

Love... A chaotic cacophony of lust, regret, and gentleness,

accompanying a dreadful hollowness in your chest,

as you patiently,

almost nonchalantly,

await for the ever-coming end...

Thousands of pearls of dreams weaved through the obsidian cloak of abyss,

glistening with hope, intertwining, creating new destinies.

Every second a new dream would alight in the myriad of stars,

embroidering itself to create yet another pirouette of life,

iridescent with emerald and golden hues of the dreamers soul.

But it was a sanctuary of hope and defeat,

creation and destruction,

accompnied by an endless symphony

of life and death…

Every other day, a star would dim,

the shimmering light becoming hollow with sorrow, regret and bitterness,

carving away the dreams luminous nacre,

until crumbling to nothing but golden stardust,

nonchalantly floating through the endless universe,

faintly gleaming

with the promise of a new beginning…

​Love is a lullaby

with its soft whispers

and crescendos of feelings,

late-night murmurs,

and daylight laughter,

slowly floating through the dim labyrinths of peoples hearts,

iridescent with the hope

of a new beginning... ​

“Step this way as our tour of Earth continues.” - roared a mechanical voice through our tiny microphones. As soon as everyone stepped onto the illuminated blue platform, we began our descent into the world of our ‘ancestors’. Our Home.

“Due to the scarcity and instability of resources that humans consumed on daily bases, they found themselves next to a bottomless pit of emptiness in the year of 2030. This sparked conflicts, wars and nuclear bombings as humans resorted to their greed…” The mechanical voice never tired. It was a constant, emotionless symphony of meaningless sounds as it resonated through the visitors minds. We all knew that it was simply a popular attraction and not an exhibition ‘preserving’ terrifying mistakes and glories of our ‘ancestors’ that wiped out most of the population a decade ago.. Everyone moved on... People were blinded by countless opportunities on their new home planet “Oserys”.

Beneath the lush greenery of forests moved closer to us. On Oserys there are rivers, man made canals, to support the ever growing lifeless woodlands. Everything is cultivated by hands, mechanics and imagination. Boundless imagination.. Reindeers with emerald green eyes and magnificent golden hooves; houses living their own life of seclusion, moving around on their chicken legs. It is a combination of cultures, races, myths, legends all intertwined in our daily lives, as new models of creatures erupt with vivid colors and shapes every day.

“Make sure to stay on the pathway outlined by the glowing arrows. Every three meters you will see one of our holographic advisors. They are ready to assist you with any concern. In case of the emergency you will hear a siren, please follow one of our advisors on site to the nearest emergency exit. Our last ship will leave in three hours. Enjoy your stay.”

She walked through the dimly illuminated pathway, wondering how many like her are out there. Children ran around, laughter ringing in the air. Holograms appeared on every corner. They represented the old wildlife. The “lost creatures”. To ensure people weren’t upset, they used euphemism for everything “old”. Only a decade ago.. “This is a terrifying depiction of what an outburst of nuclear power can bring down upon the human kind, and everything around it. Millions of people died from starvation, wars and radiation exposure. Knowledge worth thousands of years simply vanished. However, some people managed to escape, fleeing on the closest airships to their new home, Oserys. A beautiful paradise cultivated by dreamers, to restore life. They swore not to repeat mistakes...”

Following 100th arrow, she took out the microphones microchip, collapsing its GPS system. She made a rapid left turn and began her way towards the beaming sunlight. This was uncharted territory. The air was rich with dampness and fragrance of leaves, as it was back then. Walking through the ancient forest, she felt life freeze inside the welcoming darkness. She lovingly touched the twisted roots. Thousands of eyes were locked on her. They waited.

Life on the new planet, Oserys, is easy, carefree. After two years, everything was done for us; coffee was made and brought to the table, jobs were handed over to precise tireless machines. And people became human again. Life is filled with festivals, arts, music, carelessness and love. There is no fear, no mourning, no memories.

She walked through the scorched meadow and found herself standing on a crumbling edge. The edge of the world and her memories. Wind rustled through her hair, softly cooing the words of promise of better beginnings. Beneath her the water was roaring with anticipation. The turquoise unfathomable depth merged with the horizon, spilling into the clear skies above. The woods behind her stood ominously quiet. They paused, waiting, giving her time to make her decision. All that could be heard was the soft murmuring of the leaves, as they looked down upon her, gathering their last rays of sunlight.

Her gaze fixated on the burnt patch of grass, now barely seen in the new life emerging from the ground in the shape of tiny bellflowers, whispering a careless song of hope and love. Something so far and untouchable for them. Her mind drifted off to the dreadful day.. News of the upcoming attack were the talk of the town. Most people flee, some hid underground, but her family remained calm. On Tuesday 23rd of January, her parents gathered a small picnic basket and left to the edge at 10:15. At 12:57 sirens wailed across the town. Waves of people stomped around, crashing into each other, overflowing the streets. She and her sister were dragged out of the house towards the maddened crowd. She threw a glance back, screaming for her parents, but all she saw were two distant figures right at the edge, waiving their last goodbye. At 13:05 she was flung into an airship. At 13:07 all life disappeared..

Her auburn hair glowed in the settling burning sun. The tangerine disk melted in the water. Red hews, lit her face, caressing with loving care. Tears like tiny drops of ocean water, rolled down her cheeks. Shadows, dancing on the mountains edge, came to save her dignity, hiding her face in their cold embrace.

She knew what she had to do. For her Home. She longed to feel her mother’s embrace, immerse into her sister’s stories and cry in her father’s strong arms, forgetting the past decade.

The waves were wild horses, rearing, shrieking, before crashing down onto the yellowstone edge of the world, pounding the rocks with their white foam hooves. The whole world was breathing, living, collapsing in front of her eyes. She felt boundless eternity touch her from within. Her heart trembled as the withering cold claws crawled through her veins. She knew the moment has come. The chilling sea breeze bit into her, pushing her back from the edge, fighting with her stubbornness. But she stood her ground. She looked into the depth of the crashing waves, into the aquamarine depths of her destiny. She felt the strength surge through her, drowning last drops of uncertainty. She turned around and slowly walked towards the burnt edges. The decaying grass crunched and cackled under her feet. Taking a deep breath…

She placed three carnations.

For her sister. Her father. Her mother.

And slowly walked away.

“Welcome back. I hope you enjoyed your visit to the planet Earth.”

“Step this way as our tour of Earth continues.” - roared a mechanical voice through our tiny microphones. As soon as everyone stepped onto the illuminated blue platform, we began our descent into the world of our ‘ancestors’. Our Home.

“Due to the scarcity and instability of resources that humans consumed on daily bases, they found themselves next to a bottomless pit of emptiness in the year of 2030. This sparked conflicts, wars and nuclear bombings as humans resorted to their greed…” The mechanical voice never tired. It was a constant, emotionless symphony of meaningless sounds as it resonated through the visitors minds. We all knew that it was simply a popular attraction and not an exhibition ‘preserving’ terrifying mistakes and glories of our ‘ancestors’ that wiped out most of the population a decade ago.. Everyone moved on... People were blinded by countless opportunities on their new home planet “Oserys”.

Beneath the lush greenery of forests moved closer to us. On Oserys there are rivers, man made canals, to support the ever growing lifeless woodlands. Everything is cultivated by hands, mechanics and imagination. Boundless imagination.. Reindeers with emerald green eyes and magnificent golden hooves; houses living their own life of seclusion, moving around on their chicken legs. It is a combination of cultures, races, myths, legends all intertwined in our daily lives, as new models of creatures erupt with vivid colors and shapes every day.

“Make sure to stay on the pathway outlined by the glowing arrows. Every three meters you will see one of our holographic advisors. They are ready to assist you with any concern. In case of the emergency you will hear a siren, please follow one of our advisors on site to the nearest emergency exit. Our last ship will leave in three hours. Enjoy your stay.”

She walked through the dimly illuminated pathway, wondering how many like her are out there. Children ran around, laughter ringing in the air. Holograms appeared on every corner. They represented the old wildlife. The “lost creatures”. To ensure people weren’t upset, they used euphemism for everything “old”. Only a decade ago.. “This is a terrifying depiction of what an outburst of nuclear power can bring down upon the human kind, and everything around it. Millions of people died from starvation, wars and radiation exposure. Knowledge worth thousands of years simply vanished. However, some people managed to escape, fleeing on the closest airships to their new home, Oserys. A beautiful paradise cultivated by dreamers, to restore life. They swore not to repeat mistakes...”

Following 100th arrow, she took out the microphones microchip, collapsing its GPS system. She made a rapid left turn and began her way towards the beaming sunlight. This was uncharted territory. The air was rich with dampness and fragrance of leaves, as it was back then. Walking through the ancient forest, she felt life freeze inside the welcoming darkness. She lovingly touched the twisted roots. Thousands of eyes were locked on her. They waited.

Life on the new planet, Oserys, is easy, carefree. After two years, everything was done for us; coffee was made and brought to the table, jobs were handed over to precise tireless machines. And people became human again. Life is filled with festivals, arts, music, carelessness and love. There is no fear, no mourning, no memories.

She walked through the scorched meadow and found herself standing on a crumbling edge. The edge of the world and her memories. Wind rustled through her hair, softly cooing the words of promise of better beginnings. Beneath her the water was roaring with anticipation. The turquoise unfathomable depth merged with the horizon, spilling into the clear skies above. The woods behind her stood ominously quiet. They paused, waiting, giving her time to make her decision. All that could be heard was the soft murmuring of the leaves, as they looked down upon her, gathering their last rays of sunlight.

Her gaze fixated on the burnt patch of grass, now barely seen in the new life emerging from the ground in the shape of tiny bellflowers, whispering a careless song of hope and love. Something so far and untouchable for them. Her mind drifted off to the dreadful day.. News of the upcoming attack were the talk of the town. Most people fled, some hid underground, but her family remained calm. On Tuesday, 23rd of January, her parents gathered a small picnic basket and left to the edge at 10:15. At 12:57 sirens wailed across the town. Waves of people stomped around, crashing into each other, overflowing the streets. She and her sister were dragged out of the house towards the maddened crowd. She threw a glance back, screaming for her parents, but all she saw were two distant figures right at the edge, waiving their last goodbye. At 13:05 she was flung into an airship. At 13:07 all life disappeared..

Her auburn hair glowed in the settling burning sun. The tangerine disk melted in the water. Red hues, lit her face, caressing with loving care. Tears like tiny drops of ocean water, rolled down her cheeks. Shadows, dancing on the mountains edge, came to save her dignity, hiding her face in their cold embrace.

She knew what she had to do. For her Home. She longed to feel her mother’s embrace, immerse into her sister’s stories and cry in her father’s strong arms, forgetting the past decade.

The waves were wild horses, rearing, shrieking, before crashing down onto the yellowstone edge of the world, pounding the rocks with their white foam hooves. The whole world was breathing, living, collapsing in front of her eyes. She felt boundless eternity touch her from within. Her heart trembled as the withering cold claws crawled through her veins. She knew the moment has come. The chilling sea breeze bit into her, pushing her back from the edge, fighting with her stubbornness. But she stood her ground. She looked into the depth of the crashing waves, into the aquamarine depths of her destiny. She felt the strength surge through her, drowning last drops of uncertainty. She turned around and slowly walked towards the burnt edges. The decaying grass crunched and cackled under her feet. Taking a deep breath…

She placed three carnations.

For her sister. Her father. Her mother.

And slowly walked away.

“Welcome back. I hope you enjoyed your visit to the planet Earth.”

Waves crashed vigorously onto the deck of our voyage “Destiny”, scattering around madly, seeping through the holes in the wooden planks. I was struggling to hold onto the slippery railings, trying to bring the sails down, feeling empowered in the middle of this chaotic tempest. It was excitement fueled with fear for my survival. For the survival of my crew. It was as if I was wrestling with the enraged beast of the ocean. The rain pierced our faces, like tiny needles. Wind roared and slammed into our bodies. Waves craned Destiny sideways and the firmness of the ship disappeared from under my feet; ocean merged with sky and I felt the crippling coldness of water drag me deep, towards the darkness of the unknown.

I was sinking, unable to fight for breath as last drops of strength became salt. I closed my eyes, letting the ocean, to which I devoted my heart and soul, determine my destiny. Silent prayer. Suddenly, my body started falling. It felt as if I was slowly carried down a waterfall. My eyes sprung open - the edge glistened. I gasped for air and felt life immerse me.

My crew and I were floating in thick darkness, for there was no gravity to restrain our bodies nor our minds. It was filled with nothing but ominous fragile silence, ringing with a million of particles colliding together. It was an iridescent pool infused with emerald, indigo and azure colours. We were incorporeal, dragged amidst the glistening serenade of silence, emanating of nothing, but the pool of boundless space. Our minds, adjusting to the change, slowly began to comprehend the surroundings. The fathomless pool of space, embroidered with diamonds of thousand of moons scattered through limitless universes ahead, and thousands of dreams that have no barriers of imagination, weaved through the cosmic blanket, shone from within.

The space was like DNA, a spiral, outstretched to fill the entirety of space beyond, coiling about itself, creating perfect patterns, coordinating the creation of new stars, planets and life. There were some lose strings, like cosmic threads, carefully pulled out of the shimmering pool. As we watched it uncoil, grow, we knew we were witnesses to the symphony of creation of new destinies, new lives, new beginnings. The loose strings perhaps were parallel universes, never able to cross over, but belonging together, interdependent on each other, always longing to coalesce.

The strings shimmered with nacreous glow, as if they were veins, supplying the universe with divinity and complexity of life. However, some strings were dark, lifeless, slowly fading into the abyss. These were death and stagnation. When they caressed other strings, they annihilated, creating shock waves which roared through the entirety of cosmos. In their place, a new coil beginning to form. It was a poignant stroke of the universe, representing the inevitability and fragility of the cycle of life. As we flowed through them, one string brushed my shoulder and knowledge worth billions of years exploded in me with an array of colors. Death, joy, birth, desire, euphoria… People made choices which led them to be where they are today. I saw opportunities lost to insecurities, words left unspoken in fear of rejection - I saw myself. And I saw myself during the countless battles with nature forces, - brave, knowledgeable, fearless, tackling every wave. Memories shook my whole presence, as I realized - life is limitless; we must dream for stars, for the impossible, and with courage we can achieve them.

After what felt like several years, we saw an edge appear in front of us. We were slowly dragged towards it by an invisible current. The ocean became a waterfall, water changing into glistening stardust as it fell off. We were raised above the edge, our ship rocking on calming waves. A million pearl like stars reflected in the obsidian depth of the ocean.

We stood in silence. After embracing the knowledge of vastness of freedom and infinite potential, our ship, even the Earth itself, felt like a rustic market full of dispersed stalls, inhaling the soaring dust and compressing clusters of people, engulfed in a cacophony of insignificant noise and dissonance. Our understanding of reality was tweaked. Through decayed endings, sprouted new beginnings. All of us knew that from this moment onwards, we will not be simply carried by a current of life but we will create our future, sprouting strings of endless possibilities. We became dreamers.

The sky flared with cleansing auburn on the horizon; dancing fireflies of water specks from the ocean blushed with the warmth of tangerine. We sailed through the gentle waves towards our new beginnings.