Wednesday, 23 December 2015
Saturday, 5 December 2015
Saturday, 25 July 2015
I know a man who broke free from the clouds and turned into stone. “What a tragedy”, you would say. “Why should one want to give up the freedom that only the blue skies can offer?”
His thoughts formed a seemingly endless labyrinth with tall stone walls, and lots of dead ends, which hid unknown creatures behind bars. I stepped on the cold slabs of his mind and lost myself in there. So much grey, lifeless emotion! I got a strange inkling that the dullness was not due to his incapacity of feeling but to those unknown creatures hidden behind bars. One of those cages had a small metal plate on which the word Fear was etched. Such an awkward species! I had never seen one before!
I took one of the alleys and let it lead me where it wanted to. I myself was bereft of will power as if spellbound by an unseen beauty, which I could sense inside that man who broke free from the clouds and turned into stone. I thought I must have met him before sometime ago, maybe a thousand years before, maybe more. Perhaps, it was only the uniqueness of such a being that lured me to try once more and once more again until I could find a way out of that labyrinth. Did I want to break free or did I want to help him break free? Would I free myself if I freed him? Were we connected?
As I stepped on a somewhat pink-grey stone slab, it cracked. I heard one of the creatures inside the cages growl. I felt fear like never before: it was my fear and his combined. He feared myself being inside his stone thoughts, I feared I might be trapped there forever, or worse, die in there. I closed my eyes and tried to picture the beauty I could sense inside him. Out of nowhere a manly silhouette appeared behind the eyelids of my imagination, his body carved in the most precious marble, a cracked marble through which I could glimpse the beautiful greyness of the passing clouds. From his waist up to his right shoulder a tattooed snake seemed to move its body in an upward movement. I couldn't see the man's face, but I could distinctly feel he wanted me to follow him.
Until then, I never looked to my left, where a few stairs embroidered there steps through the labyrinth, going up where a blue sky awaited calmly. The man took one of those stairs. I couldn't take my eyes off that snake, and I couldn't help hearing the man’s voice: "If you want to get out, you have to go up!"
So, I went up the stairs! I hope the man returned to the clouds because I couldn't see him anymore after I took my first step. I for one am still climbing, and there's no more greyness. I still hear the creatures growling, but I am not scared anymore because I know a man who broke free from the clouds, turned into stone only to help me get out of my own labyrinth.
Friday, 5 June 2015
"I wish to be serene enough as to enjoy the storms,
To be crazy enough as to venture into the dark woods, on unbeaten paths, and feel no fear
To be child enough as to keep playing even under unfavourable circumstances
To be sad enough as to love laughing
To lack enough as to not forget giving
To dream enough as to forget sleeping
To love enough to last me for an eternity.
I wish for you to live life and love life like crazy!
Thank you, to all of you, who are here, who stood by me, invested in me, supported me in this writing adventure, and thought about me today, on my birthday! Without you, nothing I do would be as joyous!
I also thank all of you who criticized me, who left, who disliked what I do! Without you, I would have learnt nothing!"
With love to all of you,
Irina Serban _ The Whispering Voice