Tuesday, May 12, 2015

The day I was empty


Lately, I had a couple of conversations about feeling empty after giving a lot, or in other words, after giving all you had, the 120% of you. I talked with people who told me that they have felt empty during their life after over-giving and even heard a story of going into emptiness after giving a lot to a man. I don' t really know how does that particular situation feels like but I have felt the total emptiness and I feel great about it, about the way it happened.

For the last 7-8 years I was studying singing. Which means that you have to study music, become a performer and work a lot with yourself, open up and learn to express your feelings. Singing its a combination of all that. So...about one year ago I took the final exam in the conservatory I studied at. The exam was like a small live performance, I had to sing in front of an audience 12 songs (one of them was written, words and music, by me and I was playing the melody on the piano while singing it). It had to be my best performance so far, I have worked a lot for it and I gave my 120%. It went very well, but after the end of the performance I started feeling weird. 

It took me some time (months maybe) to realize what that feeling was:
 emptiness.

I had given all of me, all my feelings, all my energy, and after that I was left totally empty inside. I remember being at the party I had after the exam, at my home, thinking I was thankful that all these friends came, but in the same time wondering what was wrong with me and how much I would like some alone time. I remember this void inside. I had given it all and I couldn' t feel anything. It was like I wasn't 100% there, like I was somewhere inside my head. 
And that's how feeling totally empty inside felt like for me. 
The truth is I liked it, I liked the fact that I was able to feel and give so much and I wish I have the chance to feel like that (through performance and my art in general) many times in the future!


(image by imgbuddy.com)

Monday, May 11, 2015

"I'm bleeding" (a poem)


Take a look at me
I'm bleeding
From the sharp knife of yours
I'm bleeding

The blood falls upon the flowers of my mind
And the voices from inside there
scream at me I should run away
to survive!

Feel me
I'm bleeding
I'm walking through an unknown path
and I'm bleeding

Waiting for the blood to dry
so I can survive

"The balloons inside the factory!"



Sunday, May 10, 2015

The hierarchy of afflictions

A few days ago I was sitting next to an acquaintance of mine. This woman had one of the worst experiences someone can have. Years ago, she got married and driving home from the party after her wedding, she and her husband  had a car accident which left her with a hand with multiple breaks (as far as I know) and cost the life of her husband.
Now she has a family, a husband, two children, her job and her life.
And she's always smiling.
 I was sitting next to her, chatting and I couldn't help myself from thinking that I'm so stupid for overreacting about certain situations and needing time to move on, when things like that happen and a person, a human, has the strength to go through such a tragic event and continue living and smile!
After all my grandpa was definitely right when he was saying that we must set an hierarchy on afflictions....

Saturday, May 9, 2015

"Riding Clouds" (a poem)



I was running fast
 escaping from the past
And then I realized I was flying high,
up in the sky

Birds of steel and feathers
were passing me by
Until a pure white cloud
invited me to ride

Cotton seat and airy sight
my mind started healing aside
Riding clouds
traveling through the sky

When out of the blues
the sun was caught by my sight

A praise for some days!


A praise for those days that start out badly.
For the unfortunate things that happen and the unpleasant thoughts that come in your mind during these days.
For you, me and everyone else that imagine a better day that will eventually come.
For those bad days that have a nice and pleasant (or happy) ending.

A praise for those days that exist so they can prove to us that sometimes things change into something good!

Friday, May 8, 2015

"Black Hole" (a poem & a song)



I fell again into the hole
Like Alice did once in a dream
I reached the bottom quick enough
Lost conscious of time once more

I left myself in reality
Dresses like a new one there
Saw the underworld and lost gravity
So I can travel inside my head

As I'm entering the black hole
Torn to pieces as I fall
Seeing the abyss straight in the eye
And there I'm left alone

No Madhatter but many mad
Always trying to figure out
Things happen and my poor mind
Spins rounds in a second of time

I saw rabbits with white collars 
And mices with black swords
Fighted with dragons and monsters
So I can reach the surface once more

As I'm entering the black hole
Torn to pieces as I fall
Seeing the abyss straight in the eye
And there I'm left alone