me – Penumbra

Tabula Rasa

Night, I hear the calling again, how long can I ignore it? maybe this will be the last time I burn. A constant battle inside me between my brain, heart and my soul. Locked in this small cage they all want to get away forever. The silence whispers its song while the moon cries with rain, the stars stare in eerie silence. What can I do take away the pain that leaves a stain on the mane of my confidence. Night, I want to write but the secrets suffocate my heart, night, rhythmic breathing invites me to a dance with instruments of hell which I want to extinguish. Shadows dance around the room when the clock strikes midnight, desire begs for help while guilt inflicts constant wounds.

Grasping for resolve I will paint a picture without a brush. Stating I don’t want a world without feelings, with personal opinions being choked down before they are born and songs of rebellion drowned in a glass of bitterness and disappointment. Nor I want to feel like young Werther ever again or this will be my end.

Staring in the mirror, behind the glass I see myself move independently of my actions studying my image. With a tight fist I break the walls of our anguish and reach out to pull the other me into this world. We hug like long separated twins and sit down in a dark room talking without words. Painting our nightmares on the canvas of fear then setting fire to it providing a glow of courage. Asking the night to cloak us in its darkness from the eyes of the moon we will waltz around the shield of a clock. Running through sands of time to get away from the crawling morning we will cheat time when we hide under a number. There we will fall in a slumber, filling our hollows, taking the broken parts and connect them into one. We will no longer be damaged, combining every cell until all is well.

With pain subsiding I come out of hiding and let the time catch me bringing me to the present, I no longer resent this world that I hold. Finally I am whole and the prolonged session of slow depression is gone allowing me to feel like I won.

It is nice to write again, it has been a long time. I was away due to work, laziness, holidays abroad. And I had that extra job as Hells personal trainer exe(o) rcising my demons. But that’s over and I have a new outlook on life.

Waiting for the right time to do something means you will probably never do it.

Express 95

It was beginning of the year 1995 when this particular train arrived at the platform. Knowing I don’t have another choice I crawled inside the wagon and it instantly moved off. The first few years of the journey passed me in a blink of an eye, astonished by the speed I began to worry the ride will end soon but the train prevailed through all.

Once I learned how to walk I was able to look out the window and see the world for the first time. Frightened be the size of it I just stared and soaked in all that I could. When I comprehended the language, that’s when I met the driver of this strange machine. He told me that now we are able to make stops, and while the train stops I am to leave and make memories before we go any further.

And so I did, equipped with a camera, notepad and voice recorder I left the train each time it stopped. Trying to remember as much as my little mind could, I made pictures of my parent’s faces and recorded their laughter, made my first sketches of the land and learned how to write. At the end of each day or sometimes just a moment, I boarded the train again, storing all the memories away in the next carriage.

The driver talked to me again, he said the memories are what fuels the machine and it is what will allow me to grow, therefore for the indefinite amount of time this train will run I should make as many as I can. I was stopping more and more often since, remembering faces, voices, songs, images, smells and feelings. Making a note of them all I gathered them all, first candy first bike first fish caught. First laugh, first tear and first scream all recorded in some shape or form sitting in the rear wagon.

Fleeting moments caught in time filled the wagons, not all were happy, nobody is ever truly happy there were also first fights and first bruises, first streaks of blood and a collection of scars I can’t store away, only carry them.

This Express 95 keeps rolling through life, through the sun and rain and through the snow and pain. People board it to sit with me for a moment and then leave. Seeing places pass by and not a single one is the same even when returned to. After a decade I left the mainland looping tracks few times on an island. Two decades later the rain still goes strong on the uneven surface, we make less stops now but each more significant, each new memory will fuel the train for years to come.

After 23 years we are moving forward gaining speed and adding other carriages. The newest wagon, it is always engulfed by a semi-shadow, in there I will take some of my old memories and repaint them with my new thousand words.

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Slowly getting back to writing here, I have a lot of ideas for new posts it is just the matter of finding time without distractions to write them.

Korea in Sligo

Time for a slightly different post before we start another challenge, instead of hiding behind metaphors I’ll just write about a day we had.

After waking up and seeing there is finally no rain or snow but sunshine Paulina and me decided to go somewhere. I admit we were tired of always going on trips with our dogs because they limit us from certain activities like going to a restaurant, shop or a museum. Thus we left them home, every dog owner knows that a dog will manage few hours alone in the house. As a fact, dogs have no problems with sleeping for most of the day when there is nothing to do.

Not wanting to leave them for too long we decided on Sligo town as its only an hour drive and is by the ocean.

We somehow drove through Sligo instead and found a Glencar Waterfall. Small but very pretty place, it was also an inspiration for W. B. Yeats poem ‘The Stolen Child’.

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Next we made our way back to Sligo, walked for a bit around the town and went to a beach small distance away. At the particular spot we went to a lot of people came with their dogs. I always knew that Paulina creates bonds with animals extremely quickly but what happened was simply strange. While we were walking random dogs came up to her to play, I don’t mean they were walking by and came up to greet her. The dogs ran 200-300 meters away from their owners towards Paulina bringing her stones to throw them. One of the owners who was with Lessie, yes she named her after the movie because she looked the same was very surprised the Lessie was winning in excitement as according to her she only does that for family members.

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Because Paulina fell in love with Korean culture, music and is learning the language I decided that instead of going home from the beach we will go back to town because when we were walking there I saw Miso a Korean and Japanese restaurant.

It turned out to be a fantastic choice, the restaurant is small but cosy, few tables, sushi bar at the entrance and a busy kitchen in the back where an elder Korean couple (presumably) creates delicious dishes. The waiters were both Irish and Korean creating an atmosphere that was so nice that I didn’t notice there was no music until we left.

We ordered Yakitori for starters and Kimchi pork fried rice and Chicken Katsu for main topped with green tea ice cream mochi for dessert. Even got free soup. The thought of eating with chopsticks while the staff is looking made me sweat but luckily I had no problem with them and managed to make less mess than with a fork as I usually do. Although my technique must suck because my hand was sore and shaking all the time. Anyway, if anyone is in Sligo, Miso is a nice place to visit.

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After a good meal and on the way back home an hour of Jazz was all that we needed to top it all off.

Stars in your eyes.

Sadly I admit we have lost the exact count of stars and seasons we passed.

I haven’t believed in love from the first sight, but then you came out and something strange happened.

I looked into your heterochromatic eyes and I saw the whole universe in your pupil, It was so beautiful.

By far the clearest feeling I had, but so confusing too, my heart and time stopped, eternity trapped in the single second.

As if everything that could be known was a single lesson, I’m guessing words is not an adequate set of tools to explain it.

Our bodies disappeared and there was no rules, every moment, star formed and explosion was contained in the iris of this girl standing before me.

And at that moment we both became gods because from an eye to eye we created our world.

Next, we built our boat and set sail through the stormy oceans standing firm, even when the water got the best of us and we fell in the other one waited until we are both back in.

Roaming for years we lost hope of safe land after we saw the angels fall from the skies, but you just took their broken wings and thought me how to fly.

Yet I regret you can’t see that every time you sing, your voice heals my broken soul.

But, now I know for certain it doesn’t matter if I’m on the ground, in the water or air, You will always be there.

Paulina

No matter what I do in life I’m only half there when you’re not.

Penumbra

At night, I am everywhere and nowhere.

Flooding the streets, towns and countries with my essence.

I brush your soft cheeks as you walk through the moonlight.

Unknowingly walking with you avoiding the street lamps.

During the day I hide behind buildings, trees and street curbs.

Peeking around the corners to keep my eyes on you.

Occasionally I sneak inside your house and hide under your bed just to be with you.

Now I have stopped hiding yet you look at me indifferently.

Not bothered to even know my name even though I was always with you.

You think I am just a shadow, but I am something in between.

Liebster Award

Yesterday was my 23rd birthday and I woke up to a nice surprise. I was nominated for a Liebster Award. I’ll be honest, I had no idea what I’m looking at as I never heard of Liebster Award, but now I am grasping the idea of it. I would like to thank Apple Rae owner of IdeaProvoker, it is very kind of you to nominate me. I really appreciate it, and you chose perfect timing as it was my birthday. I don’t know if my blog is worth the nomination but I’m grateful for the thought. I generally don’t like receiving things but this is different, it’s nice Please visit her page as she is a great writer that makes stories which just suck you right into them whether by grasping for your emotions or being able to relate to them. It’s worth reading and following.

I followed the rules and nominated other people and some of them probably want to know what it is. Liebster Award is a way to get your blog out there and bring more people to it. It shows respect to your blog and gives recognition. You are nominated and then you nominate others. Yes it sounds like these annoying chains you get on Facebook but, first of all the participation is optional and secondly its beneficial to you. I’m sure you could use some extra followers and you are thinking what to write next anyway so why not join in.

So what are the rules?

You thank the person who nominated you, answer 11 questions they created, than make up 11 creative question of your own. Next of course nominate another 5-11 bloggers, and in your post don’t forget to list the rules and display the reward. From what I manged to learn when you post your award link your post in comments on https://theglobalaussie.com/liebster-award-2018/ anyway he explains it all better.

Now I’ll answer the questions by IdeaProvoker, next I will nominate some more people and at the end I’ll ask my questions.

Answers:

If you’re given a round trip ticket for free and you can choose any country, what will that be and why? I would choose South Korea as my girlfriend is fascinated by Korea studying the language and culture. So I would love to be able to take her there.
What is your best physical asset?
My brain I guess, the other asset is not appropriate to write here, haha just kidding
Hot shower or cold shower? And why? Hot, I generally hate cold.
What/Who inspired you to start your blog and what/who inspires you everyday to keep on writing? I have gained interest in writing due to my teacher which I had for the last year of school. the person who motivated me to start a blog was Paulina. She pushed me over the edge to make it as I was hesitating to crate a blog for a long time and she is also the person who motivates me to keep writing.
Name your top 5 favorite books of all time. Andrzej Sapkowski and his Witcher series. There is 7 books in the series so pick and choose.
If you’re going to be a teacher or a professor, what will you teach? If I knew anything about it than I would choose Chemistry and become the mad scientist. I remember one chemistry class when we were mixing some shit over the bunsen burners. Naturally ignoring the safety precautions I wanted to see what it smells like, so I put the flask to my nose and oh it burned, all the way through the nose throat and lungs felt like on fire. Or I would become another Walter White.
If you won a million dollar today, what will be the first thing you’ll buy and why? A house, to secure my future and not to worry I could become homeless. And a beautiful engagement ring.
Define a good writing style or a great blog post. It’s a hard question because everyone is unique and that must be the essence of it be unique, meaning just be yourself don’t try to be someone else.
What’s that one thing you should have done today that you procrastinated to do? Clean the house.
Do you follow any particular diet? If yes, please share the details. Yes I do, I follow the miracle diet. I eat whatever I want and hope for a miracle.
What hurts you the most? Seeing the ones I love sad.

I want to nominate few people for the Liebster Award and I hope you check them out, you wont regret it and pressing the follow button wont hurt you. And the nominees are:

I chose some of the many blogs I follow. There is no bad blog that I’m following and I hope you will think the same, so, I chose the few blogs that don’t have a huge number of followers so they can maybe get a few extra.

Now for the Questions:

If you could hear colours, how would your favourite colour sound?
If you could enter a world from a book or movie, what would it be?
When reading this sentence. ‘Proper punctuation makes all the difference between a sentence that’s well written, and a sentence that’s, well, written.’ do you feel like you need to work on it like me?
Midas touch or healing touch?
If life could have background music, but only 3 songs, what would they be?
Your 1 wish can come true, no limits, what would it be?
If you could become an animal/creature, real or mythological what would you be?
Over one night you can learn 3 out of 6909 languages that are spoken in the world today. What are they?
What superpower do you desire?
Which of your blog posts are you most proud of?
Did you ever experienced unexplained/paranormal event? can you describe it?

Like I said, you don’t need to participate but it will give you something to do.

Seeking Tanis. Runner Wanted.

I wake up before the sun itself.

I walk the woods every day alone, armed with ribbons and unbreakable will.

Marking the path to never lose a way back.

The ways course is always changing or I’m changing.

The destination is always moving or I am moving.

You are a true runner, you heard the throb and hum of the calm in your heart.

I dare not enter the calm of Tanis, but shall lead those who will.

I ask you to teach me of your talent as more seekers emerge.

If you agree I will even bring forth the red rock to you.

So do not be tardy and give hint of the map or I shall run forever without aim.