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... Continue Reading →

A Community For Aspiring Authors

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 →

Deejay, Don’t Stop

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 →

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 →

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? I often think that happiness is scary. The fact that it... Continue Reading →

Where do I belong?

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 →

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

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