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Ants May 2014
What are you scared of?
Change.
Why?
Cause it means unknown.
Can unknown be a good thing?
Not for me.
Why?
Cause I don’t like new things.
Ants May 2014
Hello, how are you doing?
Tired? sleepy? Generally ****** up?
Seems like Same **** just a different day?

Constantly pursuing goals, trying to be the best in current  rat race
Home, work, work, home a bit of sleeping
Routine…..

We start not noticing other people
Just our ego
But do we really enjoy our lives?
Do we ?

We are forgetting about small things
Small things, which make our lives more colorful
There aren’t just black and white
That would be way too simple

We tend to think of life as the passage of days, weeks, years and decades. But, in essence, life is made up of moments. As you reflect on your day, what moments stand out for you?

So let's get out from the train of duties and Have a Nice Day...
Ants Mar 2014
shivers all over my body
breath is getting shallow
butterflies in stomach dancing
against the rhythm
just thinking about him
about his touch
gentle voice
attracting smell
his messy hair
the way how he combs them with fingers
and flips from one side to another
his urchin smile
his always warm body
ready to cuddle
his blue eyes
so hypnotise
soft lips kissing my neck
I’m melting...
need to put myself together.
Ants Mar 2014
Lost in translation
It’s a messed up situation

Looking for each other in the night
Knowing that being apart is a constant fight
She is hoping that things will get soon bright
but in their case for sure it won’t be tonight.

How long are they going to keep up this game?
Does he still know her real name?
Aren’t they idealising each other?
and forgetting about what bothers them in one another.

She has second thoughts about it
Her heart needs a first-aid-kit
First time she allowed herself to feel
but now she starts regretting this deal

Are they supposed to move on?
Forget about what has been done
or continue this unreal trip
and live happily like in a movie clip…

— The End —