Out of the blues

Sometimes I miss having Bingo playing around me while I study, it was the hardest year in high school, when my mom was out of town and I was alone dealing with exams ,fighting to beat that year , at the end of that year I remember I was fighting with myself to even open the book to study. I missed how Bingo used to jump on the couch and set in my lap or how he sneaks suddenly in the kitchen and I hear the world war III going on there but then it turns out that he was just trying to open the pot of  soap and eat from it.  I miss when he jumps on my bed to sleep next to me. He always preferred my bed. I remember his first night in our home and I was very excited, I was up all night couldn't believe that there is a cat in my bed and his eyes were kinda frightening that night. A very naughty cat but I just loved him so much.      Later on we got the queen "Nutella" a beautiful white cat who was a really savage girl. I miss her jumping from the living room to the kit...

 I go back to his voice records , listen to each word like it's the last thing I wanna remember. The words make me smile although it's not at all funny but it's just the voice of his.. I get more about the appreciation of the words and how lovers care so much about words, how writers value the words so much and how philosophers and artists see the word as something sacred, because actually it's kinda of is. I can't find something more sacred than the word.  his words. his comments to me.  Every morning I remember him looking at me that day and it just makes me wanna close my eyes one more time to see that look of his once more.  A dumb movie quote which is quoting from a novel says " is it better to speak or to die" I don't know why I relate to that but somehow i do however I'm not actually gonna die if I didn't speak but anyway I hate and love how this ship is taking me somewhere I have no idea about. For the first time of my life I get tired ...

 Just telling how do you feel today or how have you been feeling for quite a while , expressing what you have been seeing around of comic moments, stupid talk-shows or even long conversation between your family with no point at all. It is all about telling or presenting ideas somehow heels you and gives you so much power. So beautiful what words can do to us or to be exact to our hearts. Writing is the best treatment for humanity in my opinion. The way of thinking of, then combining some words with the other right words to present what's new that you've got in your mind is just a great road with a lot of ups and a lot of self struggles and downs to reach a marvelous feeling of satisfaction.  hours ago after watching the movie "rebel in the rye" With my father who's ironically a good short story writer, since we are both writers we had a conversation about how great writing is presented in that movie ,that publishing isn't everything for the writer, and if you ...