Twilight - Stephenie Meyer The hunger games - Suzanne Collins Angels and Demons - Dan Brown The Odyssey - Homer One hundred years of solitude - Gabriel Garcia The girl with the dragon tattoo - Stieg Larsson The book thief - Marcus Zusak The golden compass - Philip Pullman A wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L'Engle A thousand splendid Suns - Khaled Hosseini The girl who played with fire - Stieg Larsson The secret garden - Frances Hodges Burnett The diary of a young girl - Anne Frank The lightning thief - Rick Riordan Never let me go - Kazuo Ishiguro The color of magic - Terry Pratchett Number the stars - Lois Lowry The girl with a pearl earring - Tracy Chevalier
close your eyes. And let no one but you enter inside yourself. Let yourself explore the you without letting any outside emotion attenuating the depth. It's about seeking you with yourself. An act to dive deep and finding what was there at the seabed waiting to be discovered.
And it all happens when you leave world aside. That noise that keeps you clutched. So, Autumn In a way comes as a healer,I guess. Not easy as it's said. But a part of that long process we gotta invest in on the daily basis. 'cause in the end, it's all about peace. :)
I loved to play. Far from home, in the ground, where greenery spoke to me, some beautiful words, which made me vanish in the woods. I was always there,standing, but my mind rode horses, through some serene colours of life. It is a feeling, I wanted to keep inside me, when I would be old.
I went there, yesterday, after so long, same place, but the playground no more existed. It wasn't meant to. We made it, not the municipality, hence, it wasn't an official one. It was a ground of bushes, we cleared to shape in the playground. We were playing there, it has owned us for life, we never owned it though. It was reserved for the city.
Our city is developed now.
I felt rain there, a pole is sunk deep, signalling the city lights, right there,where we used to have the goal post. There is crowd now. It's life, it tends to evoluate, untill it mixes with its own demise. The rain was no more soothing, no petrichor to be smelt, I could feel a different smell though, it reminded me, I was in a city now.
I was lost in confusions, as this town keeps losing itself, in this city.
I know how to pretend, life taught me so. This morning, I woke up, ready to go for work. I am transferred to this city again, my hometown, my office lies to the place, I used to play once. My playground is now my workplace, I have exchanged my euphoria to some pieces of colourful papers. They means much. They provide you a comfortable life.
I have ended the day, a tiring day, it's evening. I came out of the office.
I turned my head , The city lights kept glowing, as they always do.