....oh those crazy romantics (The Experiment N1)

-I love you
-I love you too

You think this is enough? Well maybe it is for the first month or two, but not longer. If you want to be in a long-term, serious relationship with someone, then it's time to realize that love by itself is too weak to support you.
Like a weak, small bird love comes to our hearts, shows us the right way and then starts looking for some help for itself. Maybe it's true that we simply fall in love, without expecting it, without ever trying to go against it, but later it all depends on us. We and only we can decide whether we want to stay there, in the deepest river of this feeling, or to get out of the world of the real dreams.

Right when you are high above the sky, flying among the clouds with the person you love, you suddenly realize that love is not holding you any more. You start falling down, afraid to hit the ground soon. Where is the love in that case?
It's still there, it was holding both of you for a while, now it's time for you to hold your own love, to do your best not to let your love fall down back to the ground.

What do we need in a relationship besides love in order to be able to live happily ever after... No, not in a fairy-tale, in your own life!
Right now there are probably many words running through your head: trust, romance, craziness...
The same was with me, that's why I decided to ask this question to my friends and readers on Facebook. What's more, I decided to share the results with you.

Friend, Let's Never Meet Again

The lovers leave, but the love stays...
Another story, another relationship... What happens when it also comes to it's end? We fight, argue, break up and start hating each other like the worst enemies, like we never were crazy about each other. What about love? Does it vanish, does it disappear just like the connection between the two people?

"Let's stay good friends"
We all know that it is not possible and never will be. A fake friendship after a relationship brings just more troubles. Then why do some of us still say this sentence?
Maybe that's the love?
What if we go, but leave our love right there in the corner where we said good-bye?
What if love tries to do its best to continue living among us, at least as a broken friendship?
What if... ?

Why are we trying to kill our love? Let's just let it  go on living and growing in our hearts.
Two people sitting next to each other, close with their bodies, but so far from one another with their minds and souls. The love... The poor love is lost among them and their thoughts, trying to find the right place to be kept. Their minds are  not kind anymore to accept the love and their hearts are too cold already for each other.
They don't talk, they don't even look at each other, there are no words left to say and nothing to look at. It's all done, they both know that there is no other way, but none of them dares to make the first move.
Reasons? There are no reasons, just decisions... After all we all have good reasons for leaving, the matter is will you use the reasons or not...

They left, they both left, they took the opposite directions with the hope to never meet again. Usually such meeting are silly and confusing. If they meet years later they will probably just pretend that they don't know each other, they will continue their way just like strangers. It's amazing how the closest people can turn into strangers during one random evening.
They left and left their love right there in the park along with all those memories that were connecting those two people. They left their dreams, plans, wishes, their thoughts and feelings, the longest nights and the brightest mornings, they left everything they had and took with them a single wish, only one decision: to never meet again...

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The Silence That Screams

Close your eyes... 


Do you hear it?


Listen, listen more carefully....


Can you hear it now? Can you hear the Silence?
Sometimes it gets so loud, you just need to try and you will hear the Silence screaming. What does it hide? What secrets does the Silence know? Does it talk to everyone or am I the only crazy one that can hear the Silence?


When all the voices vanish away, your thoughts hurry to take the empty positions left around you. The word "emptiness" doesn't exist for our thoughts, they are everywhere, they are everything...


Our own thoughts tell us about ourselves, argue with us like they are not a part of us and never were. The voices... your own voices get louder, yelling at yourself...
They softly whisper in your ear, reminding you about the old, forgotten stories...


Can you hear the Silence screaming? 
The Silence... It's nothing more then just a reflection of our own thoughts...


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Closing the Door of the Past...

Before starting a new chapter in your life you should deal with the previous one. If it didn't have an end, if the past didn't come to a conclusion itself, then it's time to realize that you are the writer of your own script, of your own life. You should deal with your past, otherwise it will keep reminding about itself, messing up with your present, closing all the doors to your future.
It's time to go, it's time to leave, to be strong enough to move on. I'll go and will close the door of my past and then throw away the key, because today I will promise to myself to never go back to the memories that were hidden inside me for so long.

When memories from the past keep visiting you, when all the old stories keep repeating themselves in your head, you feel like you're lost in a big labyrinth which doesn't have an end or any exit. All those sounds, old dreams, people, who don't matter anymore... I will leave them all behind the old door. Don't try to stop me, I'm not loosing anything valuable, I'm just going forward, reaching more then just old scenarios playing over and over again. The memories that are truly important will find their ways anyway, because they are closer to my heart then they seem to be. The memories that I care about, will never be lost, will never leave me, because they are not behind that door, they are right here in my heart.
It's hard, but I know it's the right thing to do. No, I won't cry, I will just look at them all for the very last time, I will smile softly, because after all those memories once were a part of my life. I will gently close the door, the door that will separate me from them forever. I will leave all those memories behind, lock the door with the old key that I never dared to use before, and I will throw it away, hoping that someone else will use it wisely after finding it.
Today I will start creating a new past, a past that will be the beginning of my present, a past that will be the leading hallway to my future...
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Against the Wall

When after a long way you find yourself standing against a huge wall, there's not much you can do. Usually there are three possible ways to get out of that situation:
1) You will just turn back, without caring much about all the time and effort you've wasted for getting there.
2) You will try to pull the wall, to break it and continue your way.
3) You will become a part of that wall yourself.

What is the wall after all? It's the ensemble of all those difficulties that we have on our ways. It's our pessimistic thoughts that don't let us take a risk. The wall is the society, with its stereotypes and firm ideas. Some of us are strong enough to go against the society, some just don't want to meet all those stereotypes, but there are also people who become a part of that society and build their own wall against someone else.
And here you are, a stone in a big wall called Society. You do your job as all the other stones like you, you stand firmly along with them, waiting for your next victim. You all know that the next person will either go back or become a part of you, but non of you ever admits that some of them might just jump over you and continue their way.
You see another person coming towards you, you can hear the thoughts, feel the heartbeat and you all are waiting for the next decision. When the person starts walking towards the wall, you all secretly smile, ready to welcome another stone, another piece of  a society. Then all you hear is a sudden noise coming from far away, you see the stones falling down in front of you and finally you yourself appear just laying on the floor. That's when those smiles turn into scared expressions, cause you and your friends didn't expect that someone would be strong enough to break the wall...
 Once you felt like a strong stone, like a part of something bigger and stronger, but now you're just a lonely piece of stone thrown on the floor, with a tear running down your chick. You were crying silently, not for yourself, not for the wall and not because you were sad to be destroyed, but because you finely remembered who you really are. Now you could see yourself from aside, you could remember that once you were also standing against this wall like that person. You've tried hard back then, you've tried to move the wall, to free your way. You were not that weak to just turn away and change your direction, but you were not strong enough to win the battle.
You were crying, because you were thankful to that person for bringing you back to whoever you were. It's hard to be on your own, its much harder then being a part of something, but that way it's so easy to loose your own ideas, to loose yourself. It's never too late to stand up again. After all you were proud of yourself, because you were the only stone among all the others who did continue his way...

...If you ever see a small, beautiful stone walking by himself, don't  disturb him, that's the strongest stone in the world, going towards his own happiness...
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Completely Incomplete ...

Another day without you... I wake up, wear my mask with a huge smile on it, take my positive attitude and get out of the house. I smile, talk to people pretending like everything is so bright and colorful and people don't even realize how many colors are missing without you...

These streets, the streets of my own city got so strange for all of a sudden, the people around seem just like actors playing their roles. It's all fake, it's all new, everything is pointless without you.

Wanna know how I feel?

I'm just Completely Incomplete

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The Girl On The Moon

If there was a young girl living on the Moon, she would probably sit next to her window and look up in the sky, wondering whether there are people living on the Earth. Maybe on her saddest days she would look up to the Earth, imagining that it understands her the best. It's strange how the furthest things seem to be the closest to our soul. Whatever is far, seems closer, whatever is unknown, seems better and brighter...
The girl living on the moon... She wakes up early every morning, looking up to the sky and goes to bed every night after talking to the Earth, telling the Earth about her dreams. And she doesn't even realize that another girl on the Earth is talking to the Moon, looking at it at nights and whispering to the Moon her secrets.

Dance to find Yourself

Dance, just dance...
Whether you are happy or sad, missing someone or mad about something, dancing is the right thing to do. And I'm not talking about the professional academic dance moves, it's all about you and yourself. The best dance is when your body and soul are connected, when those two are dancing together as a couple and you become the director of your own small play...

Dance like it's the only way to express yourself and your feelings. Dance as if dancing is the only language that you know, the only way of communication that exists right at that moment. Try to get lost in the moves and steps that come out themselves. Dance, like those are the last minutes of your existence. Jump higher without any fear of falling, cause those seconds when you will be up in the air might seem the longest seconds in your life and that's when you are the only one who is responsible for your flight. Try to control your own body, loosing the control over yourself...

Autumn without You

What can be more beautiful then the colourful autumn leaves slowly dancing with the wind in the air... I always loved autumn, it has some hidden meaning in itself, a secret that wants to be discovered. It keeps love even inside the coldest rainy days. That's when the loneliness is a pleasure of being with yourself. That's when you're in love, in love not with someone, but with something and that something is called Autumn. That love is always warm, always comforting, but also very short. The autumn love comes quickly, settles down inside your heart, making your eyes shine from happiness.
The autumn wind knows all the songs of your soul and it softly sings them, gently whispering in your ear. Autumn is just like love, it starts slowly, very softly, changing the usual stains into warm and brighter colours. Then by the time you get used to it, it gets protestant, colder, but still beautiful. Eventually, like love, the autumn becomes a part of you, and you still love it, whether it rains or gets cold. The autumn makes you love the season, love each little piece of its weather and that's how it prepares you to welcome the cold winter. By the time the winter comes, you're so in love with the autumn that you don't even notice the cold weather outside, the trees without any leaves, the empty streets, the white snow. You notice only the warm autumn that stays in your heart...
I was also in love with Autumn, i was in love with all my heart and my soul, for many years until you came... And now it's here again, the beautiful season bu it's not as ravishing as it used to be. I see the colourful leaves

again, admire their loveliness, but they don't talk to me anymore. 

The wind plays with my hair and I do my best to hear his old songs again, but the only thing I hear
 is the sound of the leaves dancing in the wind. The Autumn is different without you, it looses all the
 colours, forgets the old melodies and becomes as usual as all the other seasons. The things I 
could see before vanished for all of a sudden, the beauty lost its meaning, the autumn lost the 
love... and all this because this year the autumn came without you. Just give me back the 

autumn love I used to have.

There was a time that I was in love with the Autumn, but not anymore.
 No matter how many marvelous  autumns come and go, the most glorious autumn 
will be the one that comes with you... 

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