Det här är värt att dö för

2011-04-27 @ 22:37:38
I have nothing of value to say except for that the school has started and I'm bitter. Again.
I already miss the sunny days to wake up to with nothing planned for the whole day.
I miss the feeling of opening my wardrobe with a light head from just waking up, running my hand through flowy fabrics with flower prints and choosing out the softest and longest for the day.
For a day without heavy thought and heavy heart.
  • Photo: The usual

If you would do the same

2011-04-22 @ 23:05:43
In a desperate try to feel productive, I picked up my brushes, filled a glass with water, opened a new white page in my sketchbook, opened the watercolor box and then I froze.
In that moment, with the brush right above the paper almost dripping blue color on the paper, I froze and looked around.
There I was in my room sitting by my desk by the window with the sun going down using its last rays of light to paint, too lazy to put the lights on in my room.
And just at that moment I felt myself shrinking. I felt lonely. So lonely it almost hurt.
I could imagine the sounds of my friends laughter as they were heading towards the doors to the club excited about a night out and then there I was, sitting in my dark room listening to the imaginary sounds of laughter.
I wasn't missing someone particular, not really.
But with a glance on my bookshelf I wished there was someone standing there, carefully and with great patient, examining my books to find what it was looking for.
With a glance on the bed I wished there was someone laying there with a book in its hands and from time to time pausing from its book to look up from the pages with a little smile on its face to see what I was doing.
With a glance on the soft carpet on my bedroom floor I wished there was someone sitting there with magazines spread all around and was slowly turning over leaf after leaf, looking closely at the pictures and columns to find something extra interesting to show me.
With a glance at my guitar leaning against the wall, I wished there was someone there to pick it up, sit on the chair next to the mirror and hesitantly start plucking on the strings until a new sweet melody was filling the room.
With a glance in the mirror I wished there was someone there more than me.
  • Photo; Pegah Zarassi

I'll get through to you

2011-04-19 @ 20:14:17
Enjoying your Easter holiday? I sure am.
My mind is slowly brightening up as the sun tentatively peeks out from behind the clouds. Why are the clouds so stubborn and the sun so weak? Even so the degrees are getting higher and the snow is getting lower. The wishes of yellow grass to walk on has come true and instead of only meeting dark eyes with scarves wrapped tightly around them, I'm meeting people who are walking the streets with smiles on their faces with the sun brightening up their eyes.
Oh, bright light what power you have. If only you would stay for longer.
Photo; Pegah Zarassi