Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I Wanna Run

I'm shaking now. What am I afraid of? No idea. I'm just nervous. Extremely nervous. I'm afraid of tomorrow. As I used to say before, I have no desire to face it. Still want to stop.
People, pray to have a better future. I wish you happiness. I wish you love. I wish myself peace. I wish you would forget about me for a while. I wanna run to the middle of nowhere.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

It All Ends

People always want to know what's next. We always want to know what's waiting for us. But we never think that sometimes it's way better not to know it. Every story has an end. No story is endless but some are eternal.
I wish that story was endless, I would like to watch magic spread and go on. Anyway, I will hold it forever in my heart. It will go on and on in my head. Nothing can stop it. Never ever!
Thank you for my childhood, for my own story. Love you. You are forever in my heart.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

What I Mean When I Talk About Murakami

That's my very favorite writer. Most people I know normally laugh when I say it. Adults think that I'm too small, kids think that I'm too odd.But there's the thing they don't understand. Haruki Murakami has magic. He's master of the word and what he writes... It makes me feel like those thoughts are mine. They were always in my head, they just had been sleeping. He makes me feel like I'm a part of his stories, like I am a story. Thanks to him I've read Franz Kafka, I listen to jazz, I drink Perrier. And that's just because his characters do that. It makes me feel myself a part of his wonderful world.
One day I will be brave enough to write my own story. I will collect my friends' stories. I'll write it all down. And then I believe I'll become at least a bit like him.