Monday, December 4, 2017

#3 Write about trust

People are strange creatures.

We crave closeness, love and trust, yet we are so hesitant to offer it to another person. We constantly fight against it, kicking and screaming, believing we are doing the best we can to protect ourselves. It tragic, really, how scared we are of bearing our soul to someone, putting in them our trust, giving them the power to either destroy or save us.

We are scared to trust someone because it's like handing over a steering wheel when you are about to crash. It can either turn out fine or with a casualty.

Saturday, December 2, 2017

#2 Write about silence

They can cut deep into your soul,
a small voice occupying your mind,
and you let it take the control,
even though the voice is never calm nor kind.

If you let them out, clear and loud,
they might ruin your life.
But if you keep them bottle up inside,
they will hurt your flesh like a knife. 

How many hidden meanings can they hold?
How many false promises will they make you believe?
Promises like 'Together will grow old",
and "Love, you can never make me leave".

So let's sit together, but not say a thing,
listening to only our breathing, our heartbeat,
and put away our masks, stop acting, pretending,
allowing our hearts in the middle to meet. 

Thursday, November 30, 2017

#1 Write about eyes

You might think that the first thing we notice about another person is how they dress or how much they weight or how they carry themselves, and although that might be true, the one thing that will stick with us forever is their eyes. Not the colour or the shape of their eyes, but that little twinkling light behind them. 

That light can change everything. 

When I first caught his glance I thought that his blue eyes were pretty. Like a perfectly planted ocean of blue in the middle of his face that gave his boyish smile an edgy look. But pretty cannot describe the colour that they changed to when he talked about his passion. When he talked endlessly about his hopes and dreams, it was like his eyes were dancing. They lit up with so much joy, so much excitement that it completely changed him. As much as I loved the sparkle in his eyes, his pure childish excitement, there was nothing more frightening than his eyes turning grey like a stormy sky. It was as if his eyes reflected his true inner feeling, his dissatisfaction and discomfort when something was bothering him. The loving blue changed to cold grey in a millisecond, like someone turned on a light switch. 

So, when a friend asked me what colour were his eyes, I couldn't find the words. They were blue and they were grey, but to me, most of the time, they reminded me of home. Like I was finally where I was supposed to be, like his eyes were all there was to this life, and I was more than happy to be drowning in them for the rest of my life.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Regaining my creativity

Life has been moving so fast lately. A moment goes by so quickly that before realising a day, a week, a month is over. We live in this society that is constantly in a rush. In a society where it's becoming less and less acceptable to sit down, be by yourself and simply give in to your feelings and thoughts. 
With the pressure of success and focusing on 'real' life I feel like I've lost parts of me that I once valued beyond everything. Most of all I lost passion, creativity and the burning positivism about life I once had. 

In order to change that, to regain the person I once was and to truly discover who I am, what I like and what I want, I decided that I'll set a goal to write everyday until the end of the year. I found a list of writing prompts that's long and full of ideas that I never thought of. 

So my beloved readers (if there's any of you still left), buckle up because I'm about to take you for a ride!

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Something different

Wanting more is gonna kill me

Your love was always a stormy sea
The waves were trying to drown me
But I learned how to hold my breath
I learned how to cheat death

I kept waiting for the sun to shine
I kept waiting for a clearer sky
The opportunity to make you mine
If you would've just let me try

For you the storm was a must
Without it you couldn't live
You took all I could give
Then messed with my trust

You watched me bleed
and begged me for more
I could never be freed 
I knew that for sure

The storm kept raging on 
There was no sign of a clear sky
I promised myself I was done
I no longer wanted you to be mine

I kept thinking what I should write to justify this. To justify that this is so different than what I usually do, but then I remembered the description of my blog, which I wrote awhile ago, that starts with 'This blog is a place where I let my creative juices flow - ".  

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Opening the season

Although it's mid January this weekend was my first time snowboarding this winter. Even I cannot believe myself it took me so long to get on the slopes this year. 

My friends and I decided that it was finally time for us to go. I can't recall how we formed the idea of going skiing together, but it was bound to happen since we all love skiing and my friend just got her driving licence. 

So on a cold Saturday morning at half past six she picked me up. We put my snowboard in the trunk alongside her skis then went to pick up another friend. On our way to the slopes we watched the sun slowly come up, and made a stop at the gas station to pick up some snacks which are always a must have when you're going to the slopes for the day. 

This was actually taken on our way back from the slopes...

We were at the foot of the mountain before eight o'clock, when the gondola starts to work, so we had enough time to eat something and get changed. We've already purchased our tickets a day before, so we didn't have to stand in line - to be honest, there wasn't much of a line, anyways - and just went straight into the gondola. Of course when we got to the top of the mountain the first thing we had to do was take a few photos because the view was absolutely stunning.

Breathtaking - I forgot how beautiful the mountains are

When my snowboard finally touched the snow and I went down the slop, I remembered why I love snowboarding so much. I got this pure rush off happiness and I couldn't stop smiling. I just got this urge to scream at the top of my lungs, but I had to suppress it because I didn't want to give other skiers a heart-attack.

By twelve o'clock we were already in the cabin, because even though the weather was nice, and the slops weren't very crowded, we were absolutely freezing. It was minus 8 degrees celsius and I couldn't feel my face or fingers anymore. While we were drinking hot tea and eating some french fries, the sun came out and it started to get warmer, so after an hour of warming up in the cabin, we decided to continue.

The sun came out and it was amazing, also look at how empty the slopes are

A million dollar view

Around three o'clock in the afternoon we decided to call it quits and headed back down to the car. We planned to stop somewhere else on our way home, but we couldn't find anything worth stopping for, so we just drove back home. Overall, the day was amazing and we had so much luck with the weather and the lack of people, because it can get quite annoying when there's a lot of people on the slopes. If I could, I'd definitely relive that day.

I hope I will be able to create many more memories like this in 2017! On that note, I'd love to wish you guy a happy new year's, because I still haven't done it, and I hope this year is everything you ever wished for it to be.

Sunday, November 20, 2016


As you may remember, I was in Mostar about two weeks ago. While in Mostar I filmed quite a lot with an intention to make a video.

I finished the video on the way back from Mostar but never got around to publish it. However, I realised that if I don't put it on Youtube now, there's no use in uploading it later on. 

So here it is. My first Youtube video!

I hope you enjoy it and show support by liking and commenting!