Clear skies

I'm that type of person: who'll give you anything, especially pretty things. I like giving you pretty things because you're wonderful. And wonderful people deserve to have pretty things, to be cared for. Don't we all.

But you my dear, well aren't you something special. Just utterly fascinating.

I would drown my thoughts in blank pages and in a minute they'll be filled. From one end to the other, from top to bottom. Filled with color because you give that to me, I just spill it. You should be proud of that, no one has been able to do that.

But I'm also that type of person who'd want something back, and that's you. All of you. Your skin, bones, everything. The fragile things that will never leave you. Your perfect hair and eyes and smile and laugh and fingers. But I want the imperfections as well.... all to myself. I'm the one who gets to have them, I'll put them in a jar and shut the lid tight.

I'm the lucky one who gets to have you cause who gets to have someone like you. I can't see what anyone else can see in anyone else but you.

It's gonna be me and you. It's gonna be us.

Food: Smoothie

     Who said healthy can't be delicious. I love eating healthy and every day I make a smoothie. When I crave some fruit but don't wanna eat it raw I just pour it into a bowl and mix it up.
     This is one of my favorite smoothies I do. I use the fruits that I have and that are available depending on the season.

For this I used:   100ml milk
                          1 banana (you can use 1 and a half)
                          3-4 apricots
                          1 peach
                          2-3 tbs honey

     And voila! You have a delicious, sweet and healthy snack. Don't need to munch on those chips. And remember: some few changes can really make a big difference.

Clear Skies

We should go out, just go, leave everything behind.

Nothing to lose.

Just you and I.

In a car.

Leave at midnight, never come back.

The sand between our toes, golden.

See the stars above us, shining bright.

Lay a blanket on the wet grass, and sit.

Quiet.

Birds singing, creatures rumbling, trees whispering.

Perfection at it's finest.

Then go to the mountains, climb the highest peak.

Then the tree just to get a better view.

Breathe in the fresh air; cleaning our lungs.

Or maybe to the nearest theme park.

Where cotton candy can be found everywhere.

And you'll win a teddy bear for me.

Then I'll buy popcorn for when we ride the ferris wheel.

Our last stop will be the city. The heart of it.

Where we'll go wild because we're young and free.

Free souls in the middle of nowhere.

You and I.

Now that's a fairy tale.

Who we are

The night is young 
but I do not wish to stay home. 

I think of you 
and the streets I decide to roam. 

So I decide to walk on the pavement 
to stopover and touch your skin. 

And we could lay in your bed 
where everything begins. 

I watch you all starry eyed 
and cozy in your arms. 

You all cute and funny 
with your dark brown eyes that charm. 

Time is not enough. 
and everything seems to fly so fast. 

So you start being ridiculously weird, 
I want this moment to last. 

Cause my dear 
you are adorable and I can't get enough of you. 

And when you sleep 
that is one sweet view. 

Yes, we might be young 
the world is waiting for us. 

But the thing is 
we're in love. 

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Midnight conversations

      There we were, at the top of the tree. On the highest branch we could climb, and the strongest so we wouldn't fall. And we just sat there. It was probably midnight and a breeze was blowing just enough so you wouldn't feel the heat and sweat trailing down your neck.

     "Are you good?", I ask. 

     "Yes. And no.", he says.

     "What's wrong?"     "My life is a mess. It's all going upside down. I don't know what to do, I really don't know. And what's completely unfathomable is that I like it. I like not knowing what's going to happen in my life, if I'm ever gonna go to college or have a job or a wife of even kids. If my life's going to be a roller-coaster ride or as peaceful as this night is. I'm an unclear human being. Easy to say I like the unknown. I like ignorance." 

     And that's when I felt in some way accepted and maybe a bit selfish by feeling relieved. That someone has it like I do and can't control it. So I just sat there looking at the stars and listened. With sheer pleasure.

     Just the way he talked made my life feel easier. Like someone feeding you cotton candy, putting that sticky yet sugary ball of sugar in your mouth, and you can't get enough. You just take it in and feel alive. And you keep wishing for more, but not everything. One step at a time.

     After he's done talking and after I'm done listening I turn to him.

     "You know I love you", I say.

     "Always", he says back.

One single thing

I'm sick of this life,

so boring and dull.

Full of mysteries and havoc

before me lay skulls.

I'm sick of the people,

two-faced and foul.

Looking out for just themselves,

other people's lives they prowl.

I'm sick of all the politics,

never achieving our needs.

All we want is some bread,

but we don't even get the seeds.

I'm sick of this generation,

a fucked up crowd.

Always following the pack

getting screwed and proud.

And I'm sick of this town,

empty and deserted.

No one is your friend here

you're left alone mistreated.

But still I find something good in this town,

surprisingly so.

The people I've spent my life with,

who I hope will never go.

Fools

I like the weird.

The unknown.

It's such a vast void of beauty. Something to cherish for only few people know and appreciate. And even more people are that. And the majority are fools.

What's so special about something you know of? Is it the texture, the roots, the thing it will dissolve into?Well those things are boring, everyone agrees. It's like knowing the best student in class get an A. Am I suppossed to be intrigued by that, or even caught by surprise? That's why it's better not to know everything. Ignorance is bliss. It's happiness. Being a normal human being. And being happy with what you got, that's something. 

Prodigies can very quickly learn what other people have already figured out; geniuses discover that which no one has ever previously discovered. - John Green

Pieces of me I need no more..

I shall grant you wishes,

or I shall give you the stars.

Whatever you want,

even love your scars.

I shall give you kisses,

on your neck, or knees.

Even on your shoulders,

wherever you please.

I shall buy you chocolate,

the one you love the most.

Melt it, so that it's more creamy,

and spread it on your nose.

That is just one thing that will

make your face even sweeter.

And then we'll laugh

as I clean your face

making it neater.

In the future

we can go on road trips.

Me making the plans

while you watch me and

eat fish and chips.

I think you know

that I'd do a lot of things for you.

Mainly because you're my boo

and because I love you.

Introductions

 

Hello lovely readers. I thought this would be a great time to introduce ourselves. I'm the creator of this blog. I'm a 17 year old high school student that lives in Veles, Macedonia. I made this blog to share my thoughts and experiences with you, maybe even give some advice.

I enjoy photography and reading and also traveling. I'll be posting everything on here as I said I will share my experiences with you.

Hope you enjoy.

xx :)

You're not alone

You're not alone.

There are over six billion people on Earth.

Even though chances are you'll probably know about 1% of the population,

there is still a chance you'll know someone.

Now maybe that person is with you only for fun, but you have to look on the bright side.

That person someday might discover that he will be alone in this world and regret everything,

that will be good, but also bad.

Some people will be in your life for a reason.

To make you smile, to forgive you, to challenge you.

You should be grateful for them.

Because of them you'll be a better person.

You'll give, you'll get, you'll live and forget.

Just know that there are good and bad people.

And I'm one of the good ones.

I'll stick with you through the end.

Go with you through tough times.

Make you laugh till your stomach hurts.

I will follow you into the dark.

I will bake you cakes and cookies.

Make you breakfast in bed.

I will feed you soup when you're ill.

And hug you so the pain will be gone.

I will love you.

You're not alone, I promise.

Dull

This is life. And we are people. And we get left behind.

I don't know why that is; sometimes it's the things we do but everyone deserves a second chance, or maybe it has nothing to do with our descisions but we just stop talking which hurts even more.

That sucks. Life sometimes sucks, but you have to get over it. It won't change.

Get up and continue. Life doesn't stop. You stop and then you'll be sad, and after a while you'll feel depressed, and then you'll start to procrastinate, and then you'll start thinking of even worse things and that might lead to a greater death.

You'll plan everything, how you'll die and maybe before you decide to die you'll leave clues to someone special. You'll want them to find you. Only them. Because no one else will understand you. And even though you'll put a shitload on their shoulders you'll probably be satisfied. Your life then will be complete.

Knowing someone will take time out of their life to search for your dead body.

Getting their hopes up and then they'll fall to the ground. Some might start what you've started. They'll think of how much time they wasted and maybe that they could have saved you, and then comes the procrastination and the depression and then there's another mistery to solve.

People are fucked up. Actually their lives are fucked up. And I feel sad about that.

There is just one life, and one death also.

  “After all to the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” - Albus Dumbledore

High Up

Yes, we are people. We tend to forget our lives for a moment, escape reality. That is when we feel whole. For in that moment we are not what we seem to be; we are someone else or something else, we can be everything we want to be. That fairy you've read about when you were younger, or your favorite heroine in your favorite childhood book. In these times we are knowingly making a mistake.

We become antisocial because then we are happy with the thing we've got; the thing we've got in our heads; something that doesn't exist. A sad thought, knowing that in that moment you can be alive and do something that's worthy of your time. And we have but a short amount of time given.

The point is - we are never truly happy with ourselves and our life - there is always something missing. Even though your whole life is full of joyful and happy memories, there will always be a gap. It's something that drives us. It seems that no life is full filled without something missing in it. And that makes life utterly sad; to know that some people have everything but are not satisfied while some have nothing but see the beauty in everything. Now those people are beautiful and know how to make their life worth living.
 

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” - Albus Dumbledore