The window from afar

He sees the window from afar, as if divided by two frames. A yellow dim light brightens it up, a light that's always on when the darkness falls upon the window. It's far and yet so close.
One step, and through the clear glass he sees her.

-What are you doing, standing here by the window?
-I'm waiting for you, she says.

He looks at her but he can't see the details, just blurry shapes in a dim yellow light. He want's to reach to her but all he feels is cold glass. Their fingertips are against one another, melting the barrier between. Slowly and steady, soon there will be nothing to stop them. Every second that passes feels like eternity, but the seconds will pass. When that will happen he won't be on the outside anymore. She won't have to wait.


Echoing deep, she hears him "I'm almost there".



Love,Just.

The oak.

The old oak tree stands tall as they lay beneath it, on the cold autumn leaves. If it wasn't for the wind to assure him, he'd think it is all but a dream. An old story on what used to be a white page, before time left it's yellow prints all over. But he's not dreaming anymore, he can not be.
She's there but they can't touch each other. They touch, but they don't feel a thing. Her long blond hair, her green eyes the color of topaz, her fresh white-pink lips. They're all there right in front of him, but he can not see. Just as she can not feel his warmth while his arms are around her, neither the passion he puts into every kiss on her cold neck.
They are but ghosts, to one another. Both real, both fantasy. Two souls that don't exist together.


The old oak tree, stands tall.



Love,Just.

A glimpse at the past.

They never met, and yet they know each other. At least he knows her. She tries to fool him and herself, but he can see beyond her foolish try to deceive. The mask becomes useless to her, as every thought echoes through to him. He gets through all that mist within she hides. Once the mist is gone, we become naked, stripped by our fake smiles, we become special.. beautiful even.

He can't tell yet if she's in for the long ride, he doesn't know if she'll get off at the next station. That's the good part, not knowing when they part away. They're on different paths but share the same train. Be it short or not, the train left the station and they started their journey. To better places, for better wishes. 

She helped him glimpse back at the past, reminded him of who he was and what he has become. The cold autumn rain, that brings you back to reality with every drop that falls onto your face. Reality.. such an important thing we often fall away from.

Love,Just.

An old willow tree

She's in her late twenties, she's all grown up. Dark blonde with a hint of gold in her hair, perfect height and an average weight. There's nothing there for you, nothing special, not on the first glimpse. She doesn't even share anything with you, nothing in common, no point to bond.
-"I've never been there"
-"So let's go then! C'mon, don't be scared!" she said, with a big smile on her pretty face. You can't miss that smile, it makes your body stop for just a split second. You're just standing there eyes locked on the upper lip and the shiny piercing.
That's how their journey started, in the begining of a small pathway. They kept going and going, until they were too deep in the forest to go back. Soon the minutes turned into moments, and the surroundings into paintings.
-"Look! I found an old willow tree" she says with excitement.
-"I guess we both found something interesting today, love.."
The tree was hollow, like it was missing a big part of itself. So that made two of them.

They sat there for a while, enjoying the time, enjoying themselves, enjoying eachother. One of those special moments that can't and will not ever be replicated, but the memory remains. In the end, all we got is memories, and this was a good one.


Love,Just.

The last train.

"We made it love! We're here." 

The quietness surrounds them like a summer mist. Only.. it's the end of the summer, it's August. The green grass is not yet gone, you can still smell it in the morning. A fresh scent that wakes you up, just as an entire waterfall of nature's fragrance would hit you.

They sit there.. watching the ducks bathing in the sun's light and the lake's blue water. Sometimes just doing nothing and enjoying the view, is the most perfect thing you can do. It's the time when you get a glimpse to the simplicity of life. at the same time unable to neglect the importance of death.

"You know, I'm gonna have to let go of your hand soon. I hope you are ready."

And as she said that, she gently stroke his fingers while kissing his left cheek. 

"I know love, I try to pretend I don't, but I know." 

Truth is, he didn't just pretend, he convinced himself it's a lie. Many try to achieve such a thing, the point where they meet total denial. Not so many succeed. But him, oh he's so damn good at it!

"We could stay here forever, we could change together.. yet, we should not. Maybe we just met too soon"

"Maybe we met exactly when we needed it. I know I did, I needed this so bad. I needed you like I need air to breathe right now." 

Now you need to get on that train,love. So goodbye.

Love,Just.

A grain of sand

"It's the middle of summer and we're on the beach. Sand grains running down our feet with every step we make. The sun is not up yet, and the fog is slowly retreating with every minute that passes. We've been walking on the beach for what feels like forever. Neither of us dares to speak, we are just walking down the lane of our memories."

Out of a sudden, she breaks the silence. "We've been walking for so long, maybe it's time we stopped and gave ourselves a moment". As she said that, a short smile showed up on her face. It was just a short one, cause soon after she let out a sigh.
As he stops, his eyes are glancing at her small hand. "Your nail polish is wearing off. I think it looks like the polish particles are trying to get away from your fingers. I can't imagine anyone or anything would want to be away from you". She grins and takes a sit on the cold sand, and as she does that, he realizes how dull his comment sounded. 
"Let's get back to the silence, I just want to stay here and be with you right now. Anything, everything ..is far away from us right now, far behind those rocks" she says, as she looks at the enormous rocks that part the beach from the streets of the city.

The city may not be so far behind the rocks, but that's just in the real world. They ..they live in a fantasy right now, and it is fucking sweet.


Love,Just.

Old city

It's late in night. The wind blows hard through the dark alleys of the city, passing by the shadowed windows and leaving all the souls behind. If it could whisper, if it could talk, the wind would share so many thoughts of all those souls that hide from it ... they hide behind the carved, dusty walls of their buildings. Those very same walls that wind passed by so many times, and will pass again, and again, until the very end.

A young man is walking those dark alleys, looking for ..something, anything. Anything that could get him away from all of it. He walks slowly, listening to all the sounds around him. It might be late, but the city never sleeps ..you can always hear the noise, be it late in night or early morning. The sound of an engine fades away into the distance,  the noise of an old air conditioner ticks like a broken clock ..tick! tick! tock! tick! tock! tock!

In the building on the left he can see a light on, at the second floor. A young girl, barely in her high school years just walked into the kitchen. Every night you can hear her mother cry, every night she hopes it's the last time her daughter showed up late ..with a bottle of vodka.
If you look a bit to the left, you will see a couple in their mid 20's. He came home wearing the scent of another woman. She still hopes this is the last time, he promised after all. He promised last week, and the week before, and he will promise again 3 months from now. One year from now, he will be at a different window ..only this time it will be her that will promise. Unless, this is the real world. In real world the window will remain the same, and she will only be one year older ..hoping as always.

Ah sweet old city, a place of hopes and dreams, overwhelmed and overtaken by fear and despair. A place that doesn't know the notion of quiet.




-Been a while since my last post. A "friend" if I may call her that, reminded me how much I enjoyed writing a short story every now and then. I'm back, or so I think at the moment.


Love,Just.