de Renal

Summer is slowly dying, the air is not as hot anymore. Morning chills always soothe me somehow, there's a feeling of ease in everything I do.
Autumn is my favourite time of year. Trails of long shadows following my steps, walking through the streets covered with fallen leaves; I hear them rustling among my feet. The days are shorter, the Sun low above the horizon, and warm winds mix the clouds in the bloody sky, announcing the evening that slowly falls from the vast oceans of universe. ...

Morning serenity. The world is still turning, not much has changed since yesterday. The Sun is appearing above the horizon, cold air streams through the windows making the room shiver. I sit in my bed rethinking the past and listening to the sounds of the city. It all became equal, days and nights shifting, one flowing into another, turning into soft, fluid solution of recent occurrences and deeds. No tangible border in between. I breathe slowly, feeling the cold particles rushing deep into my lungs, ...

My life has entered a quiet phase. After many years of turbulences, reaching the bottoms and climbing heavens, I am now settled on a level of harmony. Everything I ever wanted is mine, and, observing from the distance, one could say I’m happy. Or, at least, undisturbed.
I didn’t have it all when I was a child, or, maybe I should say – I’ve learned the life a hard way. Unlike most of my friends, the sweet fruits of youth were forbidden when I needed them most. And not much is what I wanted ...

The end of the day always makes me sad somehow. At twilight, when everything is quiet, peaceful, soft, I feel trapped by my thoughts who grow bigger and bigger, buzzing like the bees building the hive inside my head, and finally deteriorate into nothingness. Sometimes the setting sun, which slides down my bedroom window, makes me easy; its warmth cuddles my face and I think there is nothing in this world to make me more tranquil than this soft, warm blanket from the sky. The past haunts me, and ...