Luke-18-27

In our home, there were arrows but we didn't have a target. We also didn't have peace. Our home was on the Avenue of Peace. I drew a target on an old accounting book without covers And taped it on the wallpaper in the living room. Other kids said that their parents would never allow to do so. There was a bloody handprint, Just like the one on the volleyball in the movie "Cast Away". The target covered it perfectly. And my parents would probably have been even happier If I had taped such a target on dad's portrait in the kitchen. I drew him exactly as I saw him: With bruises and a bottle in each hand. In our home, peace appeared when I had ho

How do we understand the word "drug"? Sugar, caffeine, nicotine, alcohol, ...? Or, possibly, Communication, experience, connection? Feelings, memories, the present moment? It's quite incredible, the number of ways a human can be taken. What for one is only a step forward, A clue for finding the right answer, For the other it means home, It is the solution to the unknown. While standing here, I can cherish the current moment But I lose what is waiting for me on the road. While travelling, I can experience what awaits But I lose the comfort of the homely. The beauty of the moment is lost when rushing, The possibilities of tomorrow are lost wh

I wish I was an artist so I could paint your perfection on canvas. I wish I was a composer so I could think of a melody to always remind you of the first time we met. I wish I was a writer so I could write down what I feel every time a thought about you feathers into my mind. I wish I was a singer so I could falcetto-out my anger on a high note. Or an athlete. A runner. My anger sprints quicker than Usain Bolt. Only, I'm not sure if... Well, if it's angled towards the same person it is coming from... Am I running backwards? I would like to become a professional cleaner. The multi-functional, ecological, budget-friendly, extra-powerful di