Those who have a natural attraction to reading, are indeed lucky! But not all of us, lucky bookworms, are being productive in our reading. Quite often, this very attraction turns us into blind puppies that can easily consume book after book and yet struggle to form a good understanding of what those books are about.
When time to leave a comment on the book comes, unproductive reader tends to skip it.
What being a productive reader means?
First of all, it means a consistent reading. Of course! But it also means paying attention and being present, while holding a book in your hands. I know on the personal experience, how alluring idea to just dive in a book and eat it like a creamy slice of cake with one bite is. I’ve been there, I&rs...
In loneliness, I keep my chair,
In it I breathe, in it I pray.
For every other being there,
I leave a note, a word on it.
For those, who come,
For those who leave,
I offer temporary seat.
For those who fight,
For those who cheat,
I offer death on blowing wind.
In loneliness, I keep my chair,
In it I live, in it I sleep,
For every guest,
For every visit,
I shred to piece my scrawny wings.
Her bones smelled like petals of roses
Her skin – a transcendent ivory cream
Lips – soaked with moist ocean
Reflected in her bottomless
Endless eyes – a vicious gleam.
Her hair – a delicate work of Gods,
Fingers tracing the remains of nights
Left to remember
Meant to be touched
Her bones that would always lie fragile
On destroyed grounds
Of shameless peasants.
If depression had teeth
It would be tiny little knives
Meant to pierce
Meant to tear
You and me, and that boy on the street
Sometimes skipping a fight
Sometimes screaming in fright
And not knowing that we are the same.
If depression had a smell
It would be a scent of smoke
Meant to choke
Meant to cloak
You and me, and that girl in the store
Unware of me and you.
If depression just knew
Would it talk?
Would it silently wait on the porch?
Would it drink stinky scotch in a welcome of feverish days?
Would it name you a fail?
Would it tell you, don’t dare?
It’s like a battlefield,
I don’t want any of you in my room
Searching for place to enjoy
In the pour of the Moon
And then as soon
As the light dims
I don’t want any of you any close
Any of your voices
Any of your words
Born in a plain, ugly need
It’s like a battlefield
I don’t want to stand among crowds
Stiffened air and empty lungs
Reaching hands in attempt to scratch skies
Or maybe, I am sick of the fact
That among all of these smiling faces
I am the one who is not living a life.
Shelter of my heart was robbed
I let someone too close
of possible bedlam
not caring for the locks
even from the swamped
places of my mind,
in skin of holy sheep
of my bloody art
of shelter of my heart
Who would think that staying at home can be so challenging and tough?! I’m sure, most of us dreamed of a week or better a month off work. But now when we have it, it does not feel so satisfying as we imagined it would.
But, don’t panic. Pandemic can keep us in lockdown for weeks or even months, but it cannot imprison our spirit and it, for sure, cannot stop us from growing personally or professionally.
Tough times are not to break us but to give new opportunities to change.
It is time to reset our mindset and just to take a moment to look around at things that in the chaos of daily responsibilities we had no time to even notice.
For some, it may be just the right time to think about their dreams more seriou...