dark

Little death

Silence in a room

With dimmed lights,

Every blink

Can be heard.

Every button torn

Of the shirt

Throws echoes

Against the empty walls.

Hot lips

Heat up the skin,

Waking up the feeling

Just a little

Below the stomach.

Inhale.

Shaking limbs

Are hard to control;

Holding on to the

Alternate reality

Of the pulsing energy

Is paradoxically draining

And invigorating.

Longing for every extra second

Of what is to come.

Tearing through the last

Layers of obstacles;

Exhale.

Two merge into one,

Accelerating the unity.

No breathing.

Convulsions

Are creating an earthquake

Inside the room;

Drowning in the waves

And embracing this death,

This little death.

Sudden desire to bake, or a picturesque night sky.

The sudden desire to bake something came when I expected it the least. I wish whenever this kind of mood came, it dragged along an idea of what to bake with it…

And, according to the advice from one of the FB comments, I’ve decided to make an apple pie, because a cheese cake that I would want requires a mixer which I don’t have, and banitsa was the previous time. And, apple pies are nice, especially the ones you eat with ice cream 🙂

Deciding what to bake was only the half of the deal, actually; I did not have all the ingredients for the pie, which could only mean going to REAL to buy stuff. In the dark. Alone. And, surprisingly enough it turned out not as scary as it had usually been.

Most of the dark pieces of the road I wasn’t really worrying about it being dark and a bit creepy, but kept on staring at the night sky. It’s been a while since I could see the stars that clearly within the town. SO.FREAKING.BEAUTIFUL.

Pretty sky, pretty stars, and me looking like a serial killer wearing a hoodie 2 sizes bigger than it should be.  I’ve been thinking for quite a while about finding a spot with (almost) no street lights to be able to watch the stars. Yes, as pathetic as it sounds or looks like, I like watching stars.

For an Nth time whenever I come to REAL after 8 pm I see so many people, like everyone was sitting and waiting for the clock to strike 20:00 and then rush into that gigantic hot box. Either it was me or a problem with their air ventilation, but I could hardly breathe in there.

Going home was the most painful part because of the bag weight, but at the same dark spot I stopped again and froze for several seconds because it was SO OVERWHELMINGLY BEAUTIFUL.  At least something to make me smile throughout the day today 🙂

The apple pie with vanilla ice cream is coming up tomorrow and I will make sure I enjoy it both baking and eating it 😛

Stay tuned.