following the lightof my own torchto discover placesno one’s gone before few footsteps leadingdown this quiet descentfewer footsteps escortmy social delinquent please do not confuseme with being astrayas my strength is whistlingwhile going my own way
grey clouds part but slightlythe sun shines on tree leaves lightlya whimsical play of light and darkintangibly leaving a golden mark the universe’s design hasgot me thinking that maybetrue happiness is kept alivein the beauty of komorebi
Dear Elle, You are so much more than “a lose chain”, someone who keeps carrying water to the sea, against better knowledge. You just don’t see it yet. Even on your worst days, you are beautiful. On those days, it’s just excruciatingly difficult to hear anything else than the demons in your head, spewing their … More Personal | Dear Elle Vampa
language, wordson paper or screenwritten or spokenbrutal truths orbeautiful liesdancing in booksrevelling in musicharsh and darkor light and playful my most gratefully acquainted skillis the one who lets me appreciate at willin every syllable, sentence, and versethe undeniable beauty of pretty words
If you’d ask my younger self what she’d turn out to be at nearly 40 (I need to stop calling myself that; I have more than a year to go before that first digit takes another move upwards), she would never be able to guess reality correctly. My 8-year-old-self (or something close to it) was … More Personal | Childhood Dreams
There, I’ve said it. Out loud. To a stranger: I wish I had a boyfriend. Okay, so 1) technically, my psychologist is not a stranger, but she’s also not a close friend (or any friend for that matter), and 2) I’m not desperate for a boyfriend, I’m just… Lonely. As I have been. For a … More Personal | Unravelling Confessions
inner calmthe promisedsecret keyto happiness tranquil placewithin ourselvesthat wecall home raging stormsfailing ruinover everlastingsunny meadows
If my brains were a SATNAV I’d be lost. Destination unknown – that’s how my electronic voice would startle you: Unclear signs ahead, please hold as I stall. Only then to make you wait in an agonizingly frustrating (and thankfully imaginary) traffic jam; no clue as to why you’re stuck, or how to escape. Or … More Personal | Boxed Love
P etals defiantly playing in the sunO penly hidden between shades of greenP rovoking a smile on lips unwantedP apaverY ou never cease to amaze
I’d bite my nails, but they’re fragile already. I’d check the clock again, but that feels impolite. I’d wish the elderly woman would fall asleep so I could send some texts but that desire makes me feel shallow. I wish I knew what was happening! It’s Friday evening and although I’m seemingly all-self-composedly draped on … More Personal | Dear Envy
Elle Vampa 