Rozafa

feeling like there's something missing, feeling its rather peculiar pain of nostalgia enveloped in a foreign taste of unexplainable gloom. Piercing lack of something. that's the worst kind of emptyness... can't name that "something" needing a brutal hint from your fictious god

A whisper. Almost absolute silence. Maybe just a breath next to your ear. Maybe to your skin. Warm words of a timid voice. Or was it meant to be a kiss? A very soft kiss, so soft that you only feel its presence. It could be. Or maybe he is just trying to tell you a little secret, and the light perfume you usually wear has the potion that draws him to your skin, and his lips make a slight shift to your neck. Just maybe. A whisper. A kiss. What is it about this smooth caressing whisper that makes a woman smile, blush, or turn around and kiss him? Or just look into his eyes with an enchanting shine that softens his heart in a second, makes him w

I was reflecting on the past, today. Did I really want to? No… Am I happy that I did? I am not sure… Oh, please! Stop with the questions! You are driving me crazy. I’m relaxing right now, listening to Spring, from Four Seasons. Such beautiful music, such elegant superb melody that makes me sink into my own world where “all else real” does not exist. Do you have such a place? If you don’t, this music will bring that world to you; you don’t even have to look for it. Beautiful.  Don’t you think? Yes, of course I will put this on replay. This music helps me think, you know (as bad as thinking is for me). Wi