Warsaw

Nothing hurts like words.

Emptiness

When you are alone. And you don’t know who you need. What do you need. You know nothing. You feel deeply lonely. It’s scary. It’s sad. How can I trust the people? When they still do such terrible things? It’s Christmas. I want to be alone. Totally alone. I don’t need anything. Emptiness.

Wind

Waiting for the winter. “Wind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!” Mehmet Murat ildan

You are the sky

“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather” Pema Chödrön

Autumn leaves

Lately I don’t have time to write. University, car (I and my fiance want to buy some), university and university… It’s very hard to have two fields of study. Seriously, believe me. I have a dog. Shnauzer – Tosia. Lovely animal. She is very smart, but spoiled. I have to go for a walk with…

Give someone a smile

Today’s day was nice. It was cold (-7 °C), but so sunny! I love the sun. Heat on my skin. Not so hot. But this weather gives a power for everyday life, it gives strength to smile. Great weather. Beautiful weather! I love this. If someone smile to us, usually we want to smile back. Or…

The practice of hydrogeological

Today I was at the trip. Journey started at 8 a.m. and the end was at 4 p.m. Recently fallen snow in Poland. There is very cold, but beyond the periphery of cities there is very beautiful! Today I was in Bańska Niżna. It is the village near the Zakopanem. A lot of trees. I love…

Loneliness

Bad weather. It’s cold, raining. I don’t like this. Everywhere is fog. Alone trees are so sad… I also get sad…

Snow everywhere

Snow, snow snow…! “Winter is coming.” George R.R. Martin Everywhere snow! In Cracow. I like this, but the temperature is above zero. And all the snow melts. So there is the mud. Grr.

But!

I’m waiting for the winter. All the time. Christmas. Gifts. I love this. This calm atmosphere. It is beautiful! Sometimes it’s too cold. But! I love the snow.

Trees

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” Kahlil Gibran Sometimes, I need to stay “outside“. Think. About everything. Sometimes, I need to don’t think. Be free. But sometimes, I’m so lonely. Only with myself. My thought.