It is not a secret — life can be overwhelming, hard, and challenging. Each of us has their own share of bitter and sour, and ironically, this is probably one of the most normal thin...

What happens in your mind is as real as what happens in your life, for connection between what you think and what you see is stronger than you can imagine.

As a passive aggresso...

It took me a while to reflect on this idea – you can be anyone and do anything you want, but for some reasons you keep replacing doors with walls and then cry ‘how unfair life is.&...

Unimaginable amount of possibilities and opportunities that exist in the world can easily cloud our minds, weaken us, and strip off our inborn greatness. And clarity is the only way to avoid i...

2020 started as a swift spin down. Many plans and goals, hopes and visions were forced to be put on hold. Time slipped through our fingers with the speed of waterfall and I know, many of us fe...

Please, don’t get me wrong: this is not a note to add to the established image of a writer. This is a short blog post written by a writer without spectacles.

Spectacles and hat...

This brilliant with its simplicity question stands in the base of the professional journey called freelance. But how many of freelancers can actually answer to this question?

For a l...

this gigantic world 
is so lonely
without your hands 
at my sides

but i have a dream
to which hurting
i came on my knees
half dead...

you are
like coals 
inside my heart
that smolder 
through my flesh

and every single day 
i watch
like bit by bit
i sli...

see,
he is a tangle
in the pit of my exhausted thoughts

black ink
that makes my nights a terror

he is a savior
who saves the storms
that ...

i received
with the glow of the moon
a new lullaby

to accompany me in the night

and new pair of eyes
in the leaving
on sunrise
stars

It’s been almost five years since I first discovered freelance as a way of living for myself.

For a long time, I kept definition of freelance and business separate in my mind. ...

i know
at times he sees me
ice creaks in tiny space
between his sweating pores
not melts
but grows
into the crystals 
white like ston...