Elle Vampa

time lost
is time won
for time travels
around like
the sun

nothing lost
nothing gained
that is the way
nature works
its magic

growing older
is growing wiser
adding rings to
your inner tree
of life

time won
is time lost

but what is lost
will find its way
back to you
in time

Elle Vampa

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It’s that time of year again: the cold outside is crispy, the trees are each taking their turn to change colour and the smells…

I just love Autumn, don’t you?

With my birthday coming up next week, I can’t help but reminisce over my past year. And once you go down that slippery road, it’s easy to trip and stumble further down.

Jotting down birthdays and events into my new-yet-old-skool-paper diary for 2025, I am confronted with a few past-and-future-issues:

• It’s been over 2 years since I last saw my nephew and niece (and my eldest sister, but I can’t seem to care as much over that as I do over not seeing her children)
  
  
• It’s been almost 1 year since my good friend died. I still can’t believe he’s gone. Would you believe me if I said some days I still think (read: HOPE) it’s all just a horrible joke?
  
  
• My work anniversary is coming up! It’s been nearly 366 days already since I found the most perfect part-time job 😊

• The bloody marathon is already 2 months ago now! My feet have finally healed and so has my PTSD – at least until I saw someone on TV run a FULL MARATHON IN 2 HOURS AND 5 MINUTES! (Some people need hobbies more than I do, let me tell you that)
  
  
• My new diary starts next week (2024), then runs allllll the way through 2025 before even covering 2 weeks of 2026. I find it quite confronting to see inanimate objects being more ambitious than I…
  
  
• I have already spent well over a year with my two buddies Diego and Ash, and I hope for many more years to come. Which, now I’ve stopped overfeeding them, looks brighter (even if Diego strongly disagrees on getting less food and doesn’t miss a single chance to literally tell me – I did not know such a small creature was capable of producing gnarling noises THAT loud…)

Another year gone by. A whole, full year. So rich yet so painful at times. Gone, in what feels like mere minutes.

Nonetheless, I can’t help myself.

It’s that time of year again: the cold outside is crispy, the trees are each taking their turn to change colour and the smells…

I just love Autumn, don’t you?

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I’m pulling one over Life, as I’ve decided to write a book. Well, a collection of poems more like. It’s going to be called Solitude in Red and will span 13 months, going from October to October (guess what month I celebrate my birthday in ;)). The first theme is Time and the poem up there is part of the collection.