Moving

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dreams, sunshine

Dear all,

Those who have been following/reading my blog might wonder what I’ve been up to these days. The reason behind the fact that I’ve been so quiet is this: I’m moving to a new website:

Pochi at Little Sea

I’ll still be writing and posting beautiful things I’ve found along the way but more importantly I’ll share more photos I take and drawings and paintings I do. This is a very personal project of mine to push forward what’s been very dear to my heart.

The site is starting to work now but there’s still be a lot of adjustment and improvements to do. But please stop by from time to time to say ‘hi’

With lots of love

xxx

Nothingness

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europe, Finland, life, travellings, trom, writings

We slide along the depth of nothingness. There is nothing but the sun and the sky above my head and barren soil and lonely leafless bushes under my feet. The vast room of stillness reflects in my heart and for the first time I realise there’s such a comfort to stare into nowhere and be assured that I can get lost and find myself again here in this empty space.

 

 

Finland through window

 

 

I’d meet you when the apples fall

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fiction, writing

 

I pocket the golden light in my woollen cardigan and whirl the clouds around my neck. Threads of creamy cotton tickle my pointed chin. My hair is softened by summer dew as I juice cherry-red raspberries into my blood. Bang pinned back and sleeves rolled up, I dash towards the sun.

So meet me when the apples fall. Elope with me.

Don’t think, don’t talk.

Just love me.

I have enough sunlight for both of us through the winter call.

 

 

into the blue

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fiction, memories, writing

 

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In the morning I woke up. Nothing in particular had done the job of hauling me out of sleepy puffs as it was almost a routine, a melancholy boredom of the repetitive 24 hours cycle. I opened my eyes and lied still in the bed. Thick, heavy blanket for wintertime tuck under chin on the first day of August. It was like my body was buried in some layers of airbags since I didn’t feel the weight of it anymore.

I made believe I were a jelly-fish, floating carefree on the surface of the infinite vibrant ultramarine. Above me was nothing but a vast room of cerulean crystal. And the sun was shining bright, the wind was blowing cool streams of breezes across the ocean. Gentle waves tapped on each other like some greeting rituals carrying me away. No more struggling, no more suffering, no more torturing. All I was left with was you.

But even the images and illusions had become blurred with time, vacating themselves into the air with every breath I took. The very sound of your name, the sensual feel of your touch, the addictive warmth of your body and those little sparks in your eyes. They all, once blocking up my lungs, were much lighter now that finally I could breathe, that though I tried getting hold of them they effortlessly skidded through the slippery semi-transparent tentacles. I felt both relieved and nostalgic at once, for they had also fled with a loving, endeared part of me into the deep, deep blue.

   

  

 

  

  

Decayed heart

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emotional, life, loneliness, rain

At first I built the walls. Then they build themselves themselves. They multiply themselves, have families and bear babies and such.

Until I felt suffocated by the thinning air of loneliness. I cried myself to sleep but tears didn’t even stop until the middle of the day when they were dried at the bend of my shoulder.

I started to reach out, to connect and reconnect. Facebook. Blog. Tumblr. Tweeter. YM. Emails. I wanted to be recognized, I wanted to be known, I wanted to be part, I wanted to belong. I wanted to be wanted.

Nothing really worked. Nothing really replaced a human touch. Or a warm, beating heart.

 

 

 

 

 

I wanna know

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inspiring, life, sunshine

 

source: Tumblr

 

 

Quote of the Day

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life, quotations

“I want people to know that almost everything that concerns them in their daily lives is of no consequence whatsoever. Nothing and nobody is really important, so people, realising that, should get on with their lives, go mad, take their clothes off, jump in the canal, jump into one of those supermarket trolleys, race ’round the supermarket and steal Mars bars and, y’know, kiss kittens and sit on the back of bread vans.
Whatever makes people happy they should just do it, ‘cos time is a mere scratch and life is nothing”

– Morrissey

 

Harvest Moon

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dreams, fiction, life, writings

I’m a lone wolf of the night, howling amidst a cold, dim meadow. The moon seizes my cry with its silver glow. The wind caresses my face with frosty fingers. And with every breath, the desolate sore of my heart is stirred and lightened up, becoming a dilute cover coating the whole body as I see myself melting into the magic of the fall.

you’re not welcome any more

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life, rain

Even if I’m all alone in this world, I still don’t need you. I don’t need be feel lonely and painful at the same time.

 

Tromso

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europe, photography, sunshine, travellings, Tromso

I’m declaring my love! Yes, I’m head over heels in love with this small, cold and remote island. It’s a kind of love that does not overwhelm you with luxurious gifts or luring charms. It slowly takes time to bring you nice little surprises, and when you think you ‘kinda’ like it, the city showers you with something much grander as the last weapon in the battle to win your heart. And you’re standing here in full awe appreciating the fact that life has been so generous to have brought you to this place.

I am looking out the window with an overview toward the sea and mountains. It’s like I have dreamt of this for so long. Dreams do come true sometimes, right?

 

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Star dust

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life