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Ode to Sadness and Indifference
Everything starts with the decision – to stay, to leave, to change or stand still. And I… I wanted to change… “Ieva, I think one of the turtles passed away! Can you come and have a look?” My mum furrows her eyebrows as she gently holds the turtle in her hands. “He was fine yesterday,…
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Prelude to Farewell
You can’t rescue every stray cat you see on the street. However, why are there so many stray cats to begin with? I can’t sleep – once again. My inability to drift to rest means only one thing: I am scrolling the news again. My cheeks are wet. Here we go again. Nothing makes sense. …
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The Glass Bead
There are times in one’s life when everything seems a little bit too much. There was this bead inside of me; growing bigger and bigger by each passing day. It was burning me from inside out, and at that given time, all I could do was wonder while I grovelled in pain, with no hope…
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Hazy memories, my bruised knees and shards of porcelain
Lately, my hands been shaking quite a bit, so I was not surprised, catching myself silently observing how porcelain cup slipped through my fingers and crashed. ‘Oh here goes the green tea‘- I thought, completely ignoring chunks of porcelain scattered through the floor. I liked that cup. It was a gift of somebody I once…
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