.clock.

Κάπου διάβασα “Πατρίδα μου είναι η κοιλιά της μάνας μου”. Κάτι τα στολίδια της μητέρας που φορούσαμε μικρές κατά την … More

.untitled.

It’s the untitled part of me that I love the most. It includes all that is coming and all that … More

psyche | ψυχή

My childhood was happy and full of stories, bed time stories, breakfast stories to allure me to drink milk – … More

lost but found

μπήκα σπίτι με την μυρωδιά της εξοχής ακόμα στα ρουθούνια και στην καρδιά, πατησα το play στην Lianne και οσα … More

I miss being a less free version of me in someone’s emotional slavery.

“You have it all”, he told her crossing his fingers with hers, “but then again you seem to be missing … More

Αγάπη.

“Η αγάπη γίνεται ακόμα μια λέξη όταν δεν διακινδυνεύεις τίποτα.” Καμιά φορά θαρρείς πως αν δείς μέσα σου, το έξω … More

In one’s quiet room

…mutuality is heard, unites us like an invisible underground tunnel. Our oneness is like an energy that comes back and … More

like a kiss to your ear

|χεΙλη| they awake the fLesh. they fOrm the voice to words. they show loVe with a smile. they carEss with … More

Censored.

I feel like passion should be about openness. Openness to the overwhelming acknowledgement of human nature. Passion is unconditionally embracing … More

Self-correctness.

Mirror. Sylvia Plath. I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as … More