Saturday, March 17, 2018

"Love passes with love"

Isn't that right Sarah? I don't know if you found it, but I can still see you.

Everything is alright. Everything is going to be alright. 

The land of tears is mysterious. I visited her often, and that's on me.
Every time i get lost inside my thoughts..I get crazy...
It is not nice...

I do not laugh often. I am like ice, waiting to break. My love was stood up in the Airport to Canada.
I shut my self in isolation, saving strength in my heart for my metamorphosis.
I learned to give love, don't be afraid. I will be there if you need me, remember that...
I never pretended, I never played with feelings and I have a reason for that.
Remember, I will be with you to the end of the line, I will be next to you if you stay close to me.
Every time that I get lost, I come back and tread and i wipe out the fears so you are not afraid.

Everyone that wants to stay close to me and give love, stand by me to pass all the difficulties together,
to harness love and kill the fear.
I seek love, passion, scorching hot hugs and kisses..
Don't fuck my heart, I am just a kid...

I have wounds by so many,
my Aurora, you got lost, my friend, you got lost...
I write whatever I feel, sorry but I cannot hold it back...
Show me a sign....show me at least that there is still something left...show me, so I can close this chapter...

Don't cry...everything is going to be ok. Don't be scared. I am with you to the end of the line..

Kostas

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Strength forged through sacrifice

Again and again the same questions.


"When does someone truly love me?"

"How should I know, how should I make sure?"
"I am afraid I will be hurt again, I should not open up to others"


And many, many more.



I am not sure about you, but I do not have standards about that and neither should you. In the end, it is just a feeling and every human being (which is your, unknown weird reader from every corner of the world) feels that this person beside me or this person in this city, or this person 6350 kilometres away from me is special and you truly love them.



All you need to do is take a look at animals and more specifically dogs, who love unconditionally and will be by your side no matter what, no matter the hardships. They will not abandon you.


Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

Unfortunately this is how it usually goes. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop. And sometimes I wonder if love exists just to reminds us how much the human soul can endure. But it is better to have loved and experienced love and lost it than never to have loved at all.

The hottest love, has the coldest end. And the last one was scorching hot. But it never dies a natural death. We just are unable to replenish the source. It dies from betrayal, weakness, fear and errors. It dies from weariness and sorrow.

In more good news (finally), I am getting back to normal. If only my favourite radio station was not playing just sad songs all the time, it would be great. Then again most of the 70's, 80's and 90's songs are like that right?!

I finally finished my Swedish exams and there is no higher level. One year of hard work. One year of unending continuous trying. What a nice feeling. I went out last Friday and Saturday and even had pizza on Sunday. Every place I love in Stockholm now has its own memories. Is that good or bad? It feels like yesterday when she was there eating pizza folded like a sandwich and I was taking pictures. Oh, and I can still see you.

I will focus on myself now again. Done with relationships and sounding needy and desperate. As usual, I am ascending again after a big fall. But was it so big? I guess nothing compared to Niki. It took me 2 years to finally say her name here again, but finally I am not afraid anymore. The only difference is that I was sure this time about my feelings towards little Aurora. I guess little Aurora, with her tiny paws, tiny glasses and tiny ears let me be myself for a few months. I keep having that phrase repeated "I feel so lonely". Well I felt/feel lonely and betrayed too.

Until we "meet" again little Aurora.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Alone in the dark

I am alone. We are alone. We are not meant to be like that.

My day is a barren, empty yellow day. The clouds are looming grey above me in the Stockholm sky and while there is a glimmer of hope, nobody knows the ongoing struggle in my head. People walk past me with their own issues and they will never really care or wonder why does that man look so sad and plunged into lethe.

My day is a barren yellow day,

Joys that sank

Chocked joys of mine.

My life that burns,

in the yellow air

and the love that was lost in the dust,

the life that was lost in the dust...

I can see you. I can sense you. I find myself in random times for no apparent reason whispering "I loved you so much" in this last crescendo of emotions that has engulfed me.

A week has passed and there is no sign. Everything is getting better. Everything is going to be better, but I cannot help but to grief for lost love. A love that needed two people to dance in the same tune, but ended up having just one dancing alone with the air.

Yesterday I had my Swedish national language exam and the ones I call my friends ignored me or sat somewhere else. It is true that everyone must fend of for themselves and that when you are grieving with sorrow you are not welcome into anyone's life or day. I did not expect them to hold my hand, but I expect them to ask me how I am, even as a placebo.

I once made a friend in Uppsala, a girl that we always had this hidden tension between us until she told me about it later but only after she returned to her native Dhaka. In my time of need I have always worried about her and turned to her, looking for some warmth and a familiar feeling, someone I really wanted to talk to and just let go. And time and again, she has rejected it, probably because of her own issues, but having your own issues is another thing, ignoring and not replying is another. And this was the last stroke, I am nobody's toy or last wheel.

Canada has been haunting me. I listen to a football radio, they talk about Toronto. I watch my favourite YouTube computer tech show, i find out he is based in Toronto. I go into the bathroom, I see her ghost, lying there seductively against the window while the mist from the warm water washes it away. I lost my money, my dignity, my pride and my heart. My head is a mess and my life is in tatters.

I can see you. I can see you right now, terrified and afraid. But it is ok. I forgive you. Because no matter how much it hurts, you do not hate people you loved. Even though they disappeared without a trace and blocked you completely from their lives. I always wondered how can you flip the love switch from on to off in a moment.

In my previous post I said I ran away. I was wrong. You were the one that ran away. Instead of sitting there, talking with me about it, solving it and after a time of healing, accept it, become friends and one day, we would discuss it and just laugh about it. I am 30 years old and all I wanted was you to be my girlfriend.

I am 30, addressing myself to a scared teen. I can see you. No matter the blocks, no matter the unfollows, no matter the long text you sent before your actions, I will always see you. And maybe one day you will send me something, open your heart once more, greet each others as old friends and run towards the sunset.

"I am with you till the end of the line"

Thursday, March 1, 2018

6350 kilometers

I can’t breathe. 

Don’t let me wake up tomorrow. Give me the drug, keep me alive, give me what's left of my life.

Don't let me go. Don’t let go. Pull this plug, let me breathe.
On my own I'm finally free

Don't let me go. Don’t let us go.

I can’t breathe. Choking on my own air, trying to make it past this week. Nightmares and sweat of lost opportunities.

I can’t breathe.

Moments of calm. Nothing left to be found. I wake up and go in the bathroom.

I can’t breathe.

A mirror right in front of me and that’s where I find an empty glass, reflecting the sad truth
It's telling words not to be told
I need the mask. I need my mask back.

I can’t breathe baby.

I can't tell you how to see me. I am just a cage of bones with nothing inside. Is there a way for me to break?

I can’t breathe.

With auburn hair and blue eyes, the kind of eyes they hypnotized me through.

I can’t breathe.

I ran all night and day, I couldn’t get away.

Aurora comes in view. And I ran so far away. I just ran again. I ran all night and day.

Reached out my hand to touch your face, you started disappearing from my view. Reached out my hand to try again. I just ran. I ran all night and day. So far away. I couldn’t get away.

I can’t breathe baby. I can’t breathe...