At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
— Wendy Cope
W E L C O M E
Namasté. Milena. 30 years old.
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writer. loud. tea addict. impatient. bookworm. cat mom
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Writing was born out of the necessity to find the right words at the right time. To capture speechless moments and immortalize the fragile. To speak less and still say more in order to be silently understood.
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Years later, the necessity turned into stories until these stories turned into life - or vice versa. Clearly unclearly.
“Insert your person here - character”.
Snapshots.
What happened and what was missed.
Enjoy
S T O R I E S & P O E M S
T H I N G S I L O V E
