mood – My Own Moments

How the pandemic changed you?

Hello everyone!

I’m back. Hopefully for some chats.

I nearly forgot that I had a place here.

Was it because your life turned upside down during Covid shenanigans?

Not that, really.

But something changed.

My escuse should be : well I don’t have time.

Sure , you never had time!!

So what’s bothering you?

The stagnation.

The I don’t really care sentiment.

The obvious lack of moments to remember.

Nothing is attractive anymore.

No photos, no drawings, no music.

Social is violent.

Where’s the content that I used to love and share?

Ok the I don’t really care it’s a little absurd…

If I didn’t care I wouldn’t be here trying to make some sense.

Is it happening to you?

I hope you’re feeling well.

All the best.

This year has been

Hard to handle

Physically

Emotionally

How is yours?

What’s your time?

I’m more creative at night

I gather all thoughts

They seem comfortable

happy to connect.

They let me

drink because I am thirsty

They let me

dive right in.

Meanwhile,

I can play with words

dreams and emotions

So I put on my magic …

My pjs

😆

Goodnight 😘

His Whiskey Sour by Kim Loraine is Live!

His Whiskey Sour by Kim Loraine

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Easton is definitely an artist. For a musician, feeling blocked is hard. Trying new songs with a little help from Ireland… Not the country no,

but this witty, sassy girl.

Easton wasn’t that kind of celebrity, showing off like those who kept Ireland running away from.

She didn’t recognize him at first and that was all Easton needed. Their passion kept me turning the pages and I did want more.

This was a quick very enjoyable novella and I now need to read the other Cocktail Girls stories!

The author gifted me a copy for review.

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At some appointment

It’s hard to say the words

when you feel down

when something or someone

happens in the same path as you
For me it’s somewhat private

somewhat reserved

The words don’t come out

until it’s safe and silent

Review: Bondage Night

Bondage Night by Gabriel Ricard

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

“Bondage Night shows us the vicious climax of a chaotic, intense, compulsory love affair between two unhappy, unrealistic people.”

Unhappy and unrealistic? Can I say that is what life is for you!? 🙂
We are all dysfunctional. We are not normal. We are still learning, if we listen.

Well, after a while, every “real” person struggles with their own mood.
A lot of questions fill the air as a lot of rules and conditions.

Some of the questions will never get answered but maybe, the most important one is already there, though they are not ready to see it yet.

A fight to control every emotion, to understand first, themselves, then, each other.
A way to save what they now miss and can’t seem to reach.
The way they fell for each other, the first touch, the first everything.

But yeah playing the same game can be exhausting, watch carefully every movement, every moment, every need.

Find happiness together can be very hard, but at least they both agreed on something.

Perhaps they were thinking too much about it, about well, everything…

The environment has noisy, vicious and broken.
If they find a natural way to relax, probably they would see.

But like the author wrote, there is no question that when they finally see,
neither one of them ever going to be the same again.

That’s acceptance and compromise.

I’ve enjoyed reading this story.
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Fire and Ice

“Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice”
Robert Frost

Trapped

Why won’t you share
How happy you feel with me
How much do you care
To keep us in privacy

I see you smile at the world
But just the eyes on me

If I talk, who’d believe me?

by Monica Sofia