WHAT REAL LOVE IS..

I look through the threshold of the buildings iluminated by the moonlight

wondering what is beyond of what the eyes cannot see..

As the dark cover the city i enjoy every second more than the last one, i`m the

type of girl that love simple things, like the fresh wind on her hair, see the sunrise

or the sunset, read a book, enjoy a good cup of coffe, and be covered by the moonlight

and the stare of stars in the beach it`s probably one of my favorite ones.

But i think the top of my favorite things is to be with you, when you`re with me

i feel like the fenix reborning once again, i feel like my soul has found what

has always been searching for, and then i realise how much you complite me,

i realise how much i`ve been waiting to find someone like you, while your voice

says my name my heartbeats  and my breathing becomes faster, you simply

make my body ignite into flames.

While those flames go over my spirit and my whole body i realise i have definitely

give you the key to my heart , but there are so many things i love about you that

i think it is really worth it.

You are the thoughts that wrap my mind when i cannot sleep, you are that name

i enjoy writing in a blank sheet of paper, you are that kiss that drives me crazy, you

mean simply too much to me.

Your name is the answer of what true love is.

Dogma Cage

Being trap in a big bottle, wanting, desiring, begging to feel free, free from our mind, and that is the cliche always made.. "why?" "why do we have to change?" , at least those questions always came to Alice`s mind, each evening she used to sit in the garden drinking a cup of green te, her favorite since childhood, but her childhood walked away so long ago, however she constantly likes to remind it, remind those days where she used to be herself without fear of judgment, those days where she used to feel free to be happy, brave and creative, and that childhood memory is the thing of why she always sits with the evening breeze to think, to think why her own self has changed, why she is afraid to be herself.

12:30 pm
The days in Praga are so cold in winter and a nightmare just came to wake her up, dreaming of walking on empty streets with no lights, almost no air, just her, her and flames emanating from all the buildings and a big flame coming after her to cover her full body, she can even feel the pain.
When she wakes up and realises it`s just a dream, she discovers herself full of sweat , realises she was really feeling how the flames were catching her body, and then, she ask herself - If i can even feel the pain when it`s just a dream,then why couldn`t i feel myself again- she notices that her full life it is inside a bottle, that her fear to be judged has eating her slowly, so slow that felt like flames in her soul, and she confirms it after reading a couple of pages of her diary, and the main phrase of each one says:  Important thing to do: Find myself again
That was her main wish, be herself again, thanking for first time having a nightmare and after so long she realises that no one can`t take away the only thing that she really owns, herself, just for listening to the noise of others trying to break into her music, the music that make her soul dance, the music that takes her out of the flames of the hell of others, but now her diary will start again, from 0, the best number to start again.