Camera Obscura

 

...I remember how it was just the two of us, rekindled by the house's instinctive way of playing back its memories.He would sometimes sit in a corner, pulling wings of butterflies, with his legs crouched, giving them to me so I can fly. The notion of size was never a bargain with him. He would then dance with the shadows of that place. His big arms would crush me in their embrace, but I always felt that it was somehow worth it. The sun used to come and shape his existence for a while. He liked to switch my eye colors with pebbles. I would be motionless, at his service. Him, the demon, giving me wings from the butterflies so I can be heavenly. My body is there, a doll figure, my plastic skin feels hard. I know that he'd prefer to talk to me instead.

Der Wahnsinn

You know you have watched me go when every link that was between us has turned into things made by humans; when the only ways to meet me are the ways of the land. I do not need a bridge or a car to reach to that soul that stands right before me. I don't need a ticket or a bus. My spirit does not know the meaning of distance. Distance is this inquisition that has laid itself to separate the bodies. My body is a ship and I am the captain. If I told you this, do you want to sail or be sailed?

Geheimnis

Let the secret be between their shadows and that light. It took all those years to build it inside. Do not dare to tell anyone, to speak of the past that laid out across that sea, into that air inside that astral darkness. You were made of stars, letting them powder their ashes under your feet. You spoke of secrets that no world could ever grasp. The promise was made to never tell. Shadows turned into beams of light coming through every pore of your skin. If your love is the design of angel wings, then I am the Heaven. The destination will never be the same. Our silence was the entire music of the world. You could cut that innocent flying with that knife. You could speak my language because it called you in. I could speak yours because it was engraved into my atoms.


My fascination is the meaning of it all. Without this fascination, everything becomes a stencil. I have gotten out of every box.

Täuschung

The way that they lead their way, like shadows, covered by their own values and morals, this way becomes the revolution. The revolution of the faceless people begins. There is no way back, but no way forwards either. We have no beginning, no end, no middle, no shape. We are neither here nor there. We don't exist unless you think of us.

Sunlit Facade

That ship, the one we saw, shaped by the Sun. I wonder, does it still sail there, right now? I like the idea of repetition or maybe of the parallel universes, meeting each other in some ship or on some pier. Meanwhile, in that distant world, you feel that the things continue to happen as you know them. If they tell you that the people leave in winter, you cannot believe it, because you always see them there, in summer. You put on those short pants, that T-shirt and transport yourself in the middle of summer, defying the cold. You can even dance on water if you want to. The Sun used to reveal the shapes, but now these shapes make the Sun. You didn't know of a better time when this made more sense. Now you transport yourself back there again, where you were free to sail against the wind alone. No crowd to butcher your thoughts, no voices to talk for you, no buildings to hold your flight down.

The Mirror

They say that sometimes, spending a lot of time with someone gradually makes you get certain physical features from them, aside from the mental ones. Thanks to a great man that I have met who is the spitting image of Till Lindemann, I discovered Rammstein in its true value. Of course, I listened to them long ago, but now I got to read between the lines. Many times I have really discovered a band on my own, so this time it was fun to not do it alone. The fact that he looked like Till was a surprise to me, but I then thought that all of us have at least one doppelganger in this world. But what I've been told and what I saw after this surprised me. 


This image I have put up is a morphed image of my face and Till Lindemann's. I have been told that sometimes, our faces/expressions look similar, but then this visual impact was rather striking. He's a large man, I'm a skinny woman, it's weird, you say. I don't find it weird at all, because Till and I have a lot of passions in common. Passions come from within. This has passed beyond this dear man that I met because I discovered a part of me, through Till.Yes, there are people who are the same as him (within) and don't also share facial features. But I do and it's not something you see at a first glance, necessarily.


If you find that person, close or far, dead or alive, that you feel this kind of resemblance with, either appearing to you in a morphed image or by feeling it inside, don't let go, don't say it's crazy and do NOT say that it's out of your league. If it were out of your league, then it wouldn't be so downright obvious. Don't sell yourself short and dare to say "yes, I have a twin spirit".

Racing the Light

 

I speak 

Through fascicles of light,

I race

The day away.

His silence spoke to me

Last night

In whispers of terror.

He stood so still,

His music played, 

It played my heartbeats

One more time.

He cut his flesh

To let me out

And crawl back in,

Revived.

 I am alive

When he is light.

My Photo Exhibited at Nero Bianco Café

So, yours truly's photo is now exhibited at the Nero Bianco Café in Ploiesti. Once their site is ready, I will update with the location. I'm so happy! :D

2012

 

Happy New Year!

[psycho]logical.

I have always had respect for real psychologists. When I say "real psychologist", I mean a person who spends their time studying the human mind and then helping those in need, by explaining. But here, I won't talk about the real psychologists, because they're a good thing to this wounded society. Instead, I will talk about the psycho-logists, how I like to call them. These people are poor copies of the real psychologists. Most of them will direct their own problems onto you, they will create diseases that they'll project onto you and you, most of the times, will believe.I dealt with such a "character" in the past and it's not pretty. This is why I call it a psycho-logic, because it is the logic of an unright mind. People like this are toxic. They will judge you and make you believe that every single gesture that you do is an underlying effect of a disease cause. They will consider every spur of the moment, a sign of either weakness or insanity. They have the power to turn you insane by inducing. They will look at you, full of disbelief and split your every move in ten. 

I advise you to stay away from them. You will one day be able to recognize them from the way they look; their gaze is sick and fixed and their presence is in a constant awaiting for what they consider to be a mistake. A lot of them will go to get a psychological degree, so they can use it in their own demonic game. They learn more about the human mind so that they can toy with it in their own twisted way. In other words, they will learn more about how you work so that they can professionally screw you up. You will enter sane and leave a schizophrenic; you will enter as a life lover and exit as a suicidal. They are toxic, I am telling you. I am writing this as an alarm sign, because I see more of them "growing" in society. You must refuse to become a victim of this scum and make a difference between a real psychologist, that is a life saver and this poison.


Another type is the sad type of the person that already has a weak mind and pursues a study in psychology. This person will either be stronger or will implode. A lot of these people, sadly, implode and end up six feet under.


Still, I am trying to raise awareness about this poison. Do not let them have control over your mind because once they do, it's very hard to turn back.