Monthly Archives: September 2013

Welcome to Barrockstadt

Do you know what I miss most…summers in which I didn’t left my home for days just to play video-games. Fresh air……peacefullness. I might sound like some sort of weirdo..woow..spending summer inside..well..the air was cooler in there..the freshness of everything..the green plants all around my house..everything made perfect sense. Now… and then I changed between what I played. In the evening was Diablo..the joy of hunting down demons.

In the afternoon was Left 4 Dead..zombiiiiies getting their putrefying heads smashed. But most of the games I enjoyed most were the puzzle like The Longest Journey and Syberia. I played them and replayed them..and I listened to the music from the games like all night long. Used to sleep two hours per night. :)).

And then I remembered this.

Can you imagine sweeter sounds..??

Can you imagine inner peace that cannot be interrupted by anything? Music is a is a way to escape this wicked reality that gets at you sometimes. It is a remedy for a broken soul..for a destroyed heart. Music brings out memories but also helps you create new ones. It has messages. Many hidden messages. At certain points a song can mean a thing. At some other it develops another significance.

Welcome to Barrockstadt. We all are searching for a lost town.


Chronicles of Suicide

Let’s pretend that I didn’t catch a glimpse of that. That I was never interested in such things and I found no relief in what was offered there.

Let’s pretend I wasn’t born to be put on dusty shelves like many others for people to stare at me and to complain about my defects.

I was born to have a happy and fulfilling life – even if that didn’t happen. I was brought to this world with a precise purpose. To spread the love, you would say. I’d say the contrary: to make people abandon their feelings for the close ones.

Everybody talks about love, talks about yummy-tummy butterflies and magical kisses. But you know already that these are just simple jokes that are meant to make your forget about the fucking bullshit that occurs everyday.

My story, like all good stories begins where it ends – with a rope and a sad letter to the ones who believed in me. You can make use of it…

Despair and gentleness. Fear and greatness. Hatred and innocence. The purple magic of touching one’s face, the sweet feeling of holding hands, the nightmare afterward…

Due to three little and at first sight, meaningless words, she changed her life. And when you put another one in the same group with them, she is able to let the angels go and welcome the infernal paradise.

“You are not needed” he said, almost whispering. “Your speech about this is to be considered primary and logically non-existing. You are not able to feel what I feel therefore you are of no spiritually existence”.

Feeling like being hit by a train, her emotions were spread on the floor. A very old woman appeared out of nowhere and started to collect bits of her precious emotions.

The woman found her gratitude. She put it in a plastic body-bag along with bloody-human flesh and a couple of pounds of maggots. After that, the woman found her sensibility. She locked it in a wooden coffin and burned it. When the woman found her love, a headless child appeared.

Horrified by this scene, the girl wanted to take her love back. But before she reached the woman, this child took the love and vanished.

No more you. No more me.

The sky turned dark. The crystal-clear waters were now red. The secret language of root, wood and leaves started to make sense to her. The graveyards opened to welcome her. The shadows became her close friends. The hatred assisted her as a promising mother-in-law. The fear was gone. And yet, something was missing…

Yes, I have to repeat. I was missing. As I told you, I’m the one to help you let go…

“I have to think of this, first…” she replied.

“Take your time” I said. “This is just about to begin for you!”

Unforseen Consequences [part I] [+18]

Let me tell you the story of how I ended up like this…trapped into this broken mirror.

I’ve been traveling from a distant land called the Unhope. There..everybody who lost their hopes in something good..are sent to heal. Thing is…once you lost your hopes and of course your faith..there is nothing that can be done for you. You just become an empty shell…without any reason to live for.

And still..some manage to heal. I have no idea how. They just dwell into the caves of the Unhope until they start smiling again.

They see the colors..they feel the wind..stuff like that..enjoy rainy days and even dance to the song of the butterflies..

Once in a while they remember how was it like to be lost into the abyss of the lost souls. But they go back on track quite easily. It is called being down..

Wasn’t my case though…my story was different. I died at an early age..I was just a baby back then when a car hit the bus my mother was in. Her body was Continue reading