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

Odi et Amo

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

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 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

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

Behind The Novel

The Origin Of The Eye Society Picture from canva.com Have you ever experienced the urgency to write something down because within yourself you felt like it could be the only way to solve a problem? I have. It all happened on a Friday, during a march for the climate organised by Fridays for Future. I … Continue reading Behind The Novel