Clouds (Writings from inside a sleeve)

They arrive suddenly.

Like clouds invading a clear blue sky.
It starts with a slight tingling, through which the sky are still blue and empty of any trace of a cloud, and yet there is a profound feeling that something is about to arrive.

Like in a movie when the scene is still innocent but the soundtrack hints that something aweful is about to happen.

I notice it, I recognize it.
Then, comes fear. Gripping to the bone.

Reminds the moment when one stands in front of nature’s wild forces and realizes that all the power one has will not help at this moment.
I’m afraid and at the same time I know I have no choice but to let it be, for all will happen anyway.

I just wish to get under the covers and turn into the smallest ball possible until it passes and the blue sky returns.

The wave

And then it comes, The wave.I can’t function. Im gripping the meatal railing of the roller coaster tightly, the one that the attendant instructed us to hold just before activating the ride. Nothing changes, as if life has frozeen in a singular moment of fear. An endless free fall Thoughts

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Elephants

My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was nine. She fought through three rounds of the disease until the last one, when she finally raised her hands in surrender, allowing it to consume her—slowly—until it carried her beyond existence. From my perspective, this timeline began when I was nine

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Being

Imagine a situation where being with yourself is an unbearable experience,but not as unbearable as being in the company of anyone else.It’s like being a fish allergic to water,or a leaf allergic to the tree,or a wave allergic to the sea,or a ray of sunlight allergic to the sky,or simply

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