the only witness

Left places without saying goodbye, 

never thinking or caring you could be missed. 

Left places 

where I see you wondering and maybe feeling.

a tshirt

I left in the afternoon 

on a clowd wearing nothing but my t-shirt 

with the message 

Friends. 

I left in the afternoon, when my voice got week and my judgement impaired. 

vulnerability

your vulnerability 

I would never want to be 

your vulnerability is  

something to discover with care 

and with passion 

your vulnerability is as we both know 

nothing that can be exploited

at least nothing that can be portrayed

with bad intentions. 

I can still feel your vulnerability

pistrui din trecut

Pe umerii mei sunt mainile mamei mele 

pe umerii mamei sunt urme ale mainilor bunicii 

pe umerii bunicii sunt pistrui

pe care ii gasesc pe chip

cand privesc imaginea din oglinda. 

Pistrui, fiecare cu cate o insemnatate, fiecare cu cate o poveste. 

layers of selfdiscovery

I am self aware 

low maintenance  

high achiever 

modest and sometimes single minded

I am the way God intended 

or the universe, or the nothingNess

we care nothing about. 

I am an idealist 

a maker of dreams, 

of objectives to be reached 

and of stairs to reach them. 

I am in all ways a woman 

of many layers:

Beautiful somedays

kind in many ways 

smart, but not smartest

passionate 

contemplative and obsevative 

loyal, but not against my feelings 

straightforward, but still with a diplomatic iz. 

brave.

playful 

and sometimes anxious and 

hardworker

Confident 

and sometimes not.

I lack empathy when I feel lied to, 

crossed with, or I know secret interests residing inside

I am

a mother 

a sister 

a partner

and a daughter 

a friend that would always help a friend in need

a loving woman of many layers. 

out of order

most times in my mind one thought resides

what is it that gives me purpose? 

not only physically, not even only intellectually. 

what is it that I need to learn from the last period? 

not to trust so much my intuition, 

as my perceived feelings seem to be out of order.

Icar

In between looking for me 

and staying away

in between wanting to be close and

taking as much space as possible

in between curiosity, connection or something else. 

As I am.

In between what I have built, that I would never give away and a feeling I have not yet fully understood it's reason to be. 

in between middle day and sunset 

there is a light that caresses the earth for those who know the story of Icarus