The Diary Of An Aspiring Author

4. The Big Day I did it. I run the half marathon and it felt amazing. If someone had told me last year that I’d do something like that, I would have not believed them. I was too scared back then. And I wish I could say I was only scared of running such a …

The Diary Of An Aspiring Author

3. Ghosts Don't Exist I’m in my bedroom. I gasp for air but there’s none. The room is completely invaded by water. All my toys are floating. Including the police motorbike my uncle gave me for my birthday. And Emilio, the little robot Santa brought me for Christmas. I cry. The water muffles my desperation, …

The Diary Of An Aspiring Author

2. If Only I The temperature is mild, but I still wear my k-way as it looks like it may rain soon. I can’t let that stop me, though. Don’t know what the weather is going to be like on race day. I have to be prepared for everything. I set my sport watch and …

The Diary of An Aspiring Author

1. Who am I, really? I’m wearing invisible socks today. Can you believe it? It was Christmas a minute ago, and now I am wearing invisible socks. Time flies, eh? My half-moon tattoo pops out from that little space between the end of my right sock and the beginning of my grey leggings. A space …

Blank

Blank like a page, Fresh like a start. ©Brooxy Moon

I believe In Grey

For a long time, I believed that to be an interesting person I had to have a very specific opinion about everything, that I had to pick one side or the other, never stay in the middle. That’s what society teaches us. The world is either black or white, there’s no room for grey. But …

Lost in Migration

I used to know this place. I used to know these people. I still remember the afternoons sitting by the sea, smoking and chatting, the dinners together, the road trips. Yet I feel like I don’t belong here. Who am I? Who have I become? ©Brooxy Moon

In Bloom

Here I am, Look at me While I blossom. * A spring feast is happening, Silently, Within me. Can you see it? * A dead tree I was, And now, Look at me, I am in bloom. *** ©Brooxy Moon

Happiness

Happiness lays in the little moments of joy that life offers us. Happiness lays in the freedom to enjoy those moments without the fear that something bad is going to happen if we do. And who can give us that freedom if not ourselves? Happiness is scary. The fact that it might end is scary …

After The Storm

The sun breaks through the clouds, Right there, Where the sky meets the sea, And all of a sudden The world is bright again *** ©Brooxy Moon