Blank like a page, Fresh like a start. ©Brooxy Moon
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 … Continue reading I believe In Grey
Being an aspiring author is not easy. I was scrolling my Instagram feed the other day and my attention was captured by a post of a writer I follow. She was communicating her decision to give up on writing because life was bringing her down and she didn’t have the strength to carry on with … Continue reading A Community For Aspiring Authors
Jumps, the crowd jumps, hands float in the air, following the loud music. I move at their rhythm, while a dark smile brightens my face. Pretending, that’s all I can do. If only someone noticed the grief in my eyes. If only someone set me free, free from this fake smile free from this life. … Continue reading Deejay, Don’t Stop
Hello everybody and welcome to my blog! My real name is Bruna, and I am originally from Sardinia. Eight years ago, I left my beautiful island to move to London. It wasn’t easy, but luckily, I wasn’t alone. My boyfriend and our dog moved together with me, and we have been living here since. We … Continue reading Brooxy Moon: who is she?
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
The Paradox of Love Ōdī et amō. Quārē id faciam fortasse requīris.Nesciŏ, sed fierī sentiō et excrucior. I hate and I love. Why I do this, perhaps you ask.I know not, but I feel it happening and I am tortured. Catullus * This short poem by the Roman lyric poet Catullus was written around 65 … Continue reading Odi et Amo
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 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 … Continue reading Happiness
Where do I belong? This question has been following me for some time now. I had to write an essay about it when I was in high school and it's been stuck in my had since then. I guess it’s because I have never managed to find the right answer for it. Back then, I … Continue reading Where do I belong?