We are not free

Funny how this world has set of rules… Look at us: adults with free will, And with all those modern tools We are not free… You know I miss you, I know you miss me. We want reconnection, We want just BE... But we can’t… she would be jealous, He wouldn’t understand. We are family, just fellas, But it seems too weird to them what I meant. Society does not approve. Trust is weak too. We are two adults, with free will, And yet, can’t even say “hi, how are you?”…
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Alice in “Wonderland”

Alice in Wonderland…. She is sitting on her bed, Her gaze full of sadness. This blue cover, this soft bed – It all was for their little “nest”, For him and for her, only. He left though and nest was empty. Since then how many men intruded this sanctuary? Sanctuary of broken love, of broken hopes? We all go a little mad sometimes… life does too. The cat laughs quietly in the corner.
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Taking away Manhood

Today I’ve heard on a radio, that nowadays it is a turn off for women when guy offers to pay for a dinner on a first date… I have to admit that it perturbed me a lot. Women teach men to be irresponsible by doing so. That is where we lead our society. But why? Is it a really good tendency to drop your kid in a kindergarten after a month, since child was born and go back to work? Yes, many women love their jobs (it is a big topic, for another post), but you can’t be a greatest mother and a successful careerist. You have to pick one. I am talking about people who wants a classic family and raise their children themselves and not put this duty…
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Time to change

It is always very hard to start something new. First post about something specific is always very questionable – what should I start with? Will anybody read it? Which words better to use? Can I even use words properly?! I am trying, but I know that I still make mistakes sometimes, because it isn’t my first language, so I am sorry. Hopefully meaning of my words can beat the grammar. Anyways, let’s try to tackle this thing (had to rewrite this 3 times, and yet, it is still not perfect. It still sounds too me too “tough” for what I wanted to say). I’ve written before about ways of fighting depression and now I think I am officially healed from my depression, so I want to share my personal experience…
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Barbed on my heart – 2

Drip, drip – red dots On white surface of the sink. Washing away my pain. Spike after spike From my bleeding flesh I’m pulling it out. Barbed of memories, Deep barbed of believes - One by one – away! Tears of sharp pain, I still have flashbacks at nights. I need to pull it out. My opened wound, This bleeding, hurting meat When it will be over? Waiting, pulling out, slowly, one by one…   
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