HybridBird

   There he was, standing outside her house, holding his umbrella above her as she searched for her keys. It was funny how destiny could take such unpredictable turns. Coincidence or not, on that day, rain wouldn't stop and she had forgotten her umbrella. On the contrary, he had taken his. Being the last costumer, he offered himself to walk her home, after watching her sighting and looking desperately through the window.   "So, hmm, are you going home now?" she shyly questioned, holding her belongings against her chest.   "I suppose so" he said. He wanted to look cool, but the answer came out a little too cold.   "Oh

Her favorite time of the year was winter. Snow falling from the clouds, breaths coming out as steam, frozen lakes, so quiet and mysterious. Walking around the dormant parks was a habit of hers, picking a brown leaf here and there, reminders that autumn had just passed. On one of these walks, she stayed out for too long. It was already dark, even though it was only six p.m. Sure she would get lost in the woods, she walked along the trails until she reached a seemingly warm and cozy bakery. It was bright on the outside as there were christmas lights on the porch, and the wonderful smell in the air kept on drawing her in. Certainly she could ca

She had been in a dark place for a few months. No employment after college, no money to start her life, disappointed parents. After getting back to her parents house, things got worse, so soon she made up her mind: she needed to star her own life, and as shortly as possible. She found a job at a coffee shop, looked for a tiny apartment she could rent and, after she got her first payment, she moved out. Even if she loved her parents, she couldn't take the disappointment in their faces, the constant criticism, the pressure. It would be far better if she went out on her own. And so she did. The apartment was close to the coffee shop, had a nice

Prologue He landed his laptop over the rustic table in front of him and took a sit. The sunlight is weaker at that corner, and I think that's why he always chooses that specific table. He seems kind of darkish. Not that I think he is a bad person, but he should be more… cheerful? I approached his table, smoothly, taking off my notepad and getting my pen ready. "Hi, what may I get to you today?" "Orange juice and a… hmm, do you have chocolate cupcakes?" He tried to take a peek at the counter where I had put a bunch of pastries earlier. "I guess not. But I do have honey cupcakes. Those are pretty good, too." "Yeah, that will

Let the curse go through his veins. Such relief. The anger going back to nothing, The energy of his dark insides coming out No physical strenght to stop it. His dark soul glowing out of his narrowed eyes, What's the power of the universe Compared to what he has to let go? A breath. Overaccomulated rage, Desperate feelings of release. Let the beast go out, or I might implode.

Fairytails start with music Whimsical melody of sweetness, Clouds filled with colors of dreams, Skyes of endless wishes about to become true. -------- The sound of silence Became unbearable when I could no longer hear your voice. . . .

So what if she couldn't come to others expectations? She couldn't care less, you know? She would do everything to be herself and nothing else. It would be just her brains, her feelings, her dreams. The meaning of civilization lost somewhere in her dark past, Only a light green jungle of freedom and possibilities in front of her: the wild. Let her live, Let her breathe, Let her drown And come back to the surface by her own hand. Let her struggle, Let her fight back, Let her climb the highest mountains and kneel as she reaches for the brightest blue skies. That's what she wants. That's what she really is.

Like ivy My thoughts curled up around my heart. Like ice They made it freeze and stop. Like the wind My thoughts rushed their existance. Like a raindrop I couldn't provide resistance. And soon I was gone.

It's simple to close your eyes. But, can you open them? Not many can admire the beauty of such marvelous thing. A dream. The house of the hopeless souls that wander around the world. The comfort zone for those who dare get out of it. The main reason we, artists, exist. A soft cloud of imagination, Seasoned with thoughts, fears and wishes. Put it in your head, Mix it with your heart, Give it to your soul, And fly.