THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

Pic credits://instagram.com/pelle.faust I'm an animal of past. Of bygone years that is lost forever. That cannot be retained. I don't see Geras. All I see is the happy orchards and Wild strawberries. I long for the civilisations that ended, the lost cultures, the secrets of founding fathers, the spirits of Phoenix, the secrets whispered to the walls of the monuments and palaces, the dried out rivers, the crowned women of kingdoms, the glory of nature, the love wars and the great expeditions. The violet flowers of childhood, the years of selfless love, the happiness of mornings, the endless talks with genuine people, the echoes of happy laughs. But the comfy places and laps that offered sleep have now turned out to be a pipe dream. However, I must remind you that I'm a nostalgic idiot fed by smell of history and vintage moments. You try to get me out of here, but I prefer to be in this attic of cobwebs and blurry roofs and wait for the resurre

Maybe one day you can touch the rainbow and seperate it's colors.But darling, the colors that you see now may not be the actual ones. You should be precautious enough to see the darkest and the lightest of the colors.And at the end of the day, you shouldn't give a damn about it, because all that matters is that you seperated them, freed them from the centuries long perception of beauty. Dear,you have done well that I see them struggling for metaphors and similes! A.C

Hey, The theatre  has opened. Here begins the finale. The dessert of the grand reception has arrived. The minister of closure arrives with the good wine kept unserved. Here comes December, the final play. Contemplate everything you have done throughout the year. Compensate. You have 31 days before you. Breathe in some good air. Meet people before they hibernate. Complete the procrastinated things. Fill in the year's resolutions. Grind all bad things and flush it off. Read out some warm stories to children. Feel the baby snowflakes on the ground. Be grateful.Smile. Carol is out there, sing and dance. Hang your stockings. Give warm hugs. Love and forgive. Run and slow down. Cry and laugh. Fall and rise. Lose and gain. Wind and unwind. Act and live. Pick and unpick. Grow and learn. Let the bells jingle. Reindeers are waiting. Pack and be ready. The minister of closure is about to curtain down the twelfth play. And your journey is about to begin. An