3,653 days

I just walked 10KM of life; no energy for words.

I have been reading a lot, but these days I rejoice again in coding and learning Japanese; my brain stretched from the rest and said — "let's do this!"

I write with pencil, so I can read it again, because it can always be better; the point is to keep going.

Today was a beautiful pause at the camping site, like summer, but busier.

Sometimes, all we have to do is reset, start from scratch, begin a new, when feeling stuck.

I hate the drowsy feeling of working from home; but the sky looks nice.

A dream of goodbyes, long ago; — was a good life — you said, are you still who you were?

Sorry I don't play enough with you my beautiful princess.

I saw Meteora on TV, I've never heard of such a place, but it was the embodiment of many of my nightly dreamscapes.

There is so much to read, will this lifetime be enough; will my words reach?

Planting memories in a reader's mind; what a power to have!

Reading Einstein Dreams, I realized my words were always enough.

I still pray to be able to get a place in the new building; the flowers blooming all over the room, as in the dream.

How sad it is that my favorite dreams are those I cannot translate into words.

She's my beautiful princess.

A sentence is the stroke to a painting.

Slowly growing out of the baby-proof house; play areas back to normal, plants again, coffee table back in the living room; time keeps flowing.

Busy days when my body just wishes to rest... my dreams at least vivid and bright; life though, full of new adventures.

The history of books is so fascinating, makes me feel I was born in the wrong country, I would probably have studied Books and Media here as well.

To spend time with him, talking poetry; I dream the most beautiful dreams.

To be offline is a luxury; so is having local communities to connect; this is what I have for now, until my hours are mine again.

I learned about Slipstream genre; now I am caught up in my own dream writing Lunacy.

What if I write it again, what if I don't, but they live, still, inside my mind, perhaps it is time.

Busy day, felt proud of my boy; the car drive has been the best one yet.

I want to be a quiet voice in a loud world; my words whispering of comfort.

A flow of words, of dreams meeting reality.

I can't see the stars, the building is so bright even the sky is alight; what a waste of energy.

Read about reading, discover buried pasts; stories of the first song writer and the first bookworm; fascinating as it is, I must lay to rest, tomorrow the adventure continues.

The morning rush broke me; I shook as I arrived to safety; I cried; I breathed; a migraine ruined the rest.