A different time.

Hora was a different twenty-year-old. Of course, she was exactly what no one wanted her to be - the creative kid. She lived in a weird city where everyone had latin names and strict destinies. It was believed that it was important to only do what was expected of you to set examples for other worlds, if there were any. Her name was latin for....

Siblings, games and poetry.

This poem came out of bits and scraps that lay in my head. I cannot tell if it makes sense but maybe you can. Either way, I believe in every word I've written in this poem. It goes like this: "My sister believed that life is like a buzz wire game...."

Broken, happy stories.

You know how everyone has a passion, something they love so much, and sometimes they pursue it and make a career in it? That wasn't Tyrion. He was a dry-cleaner who loved wearing fancy clothes that fit him perfectly. His favorite were solid colored t-shirts that never looked fancy but made him feel like a part of this world...

Life update: two

In the post – 365 – I announced that I’m going to post a life update on the 16th of every month. You can skip it altogether if you’re not interested in anything but poetry. This month's life update starts like this: "Well, it's time to disconnect. I believe there are three things every writer wants to their name by the time they're 60: a nice book, a great song, and love. A few months ago, I....."