My Diary

Just a place where I let my mind go.
Small stories about big feelings.


5. 17/10-2016


365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, 1 year.

So long since we last saw.

So many things has changed.

But, you. You certainly haven't.

You look just the same. Or, wait…

Have you started working out?

Now I think about it, you look more firm, masculine, big.


365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, 1 year.

So many things has changed.

I'm new, you're new, what's left?

Are we the same? Am I still the same?

What have we done and what can we do?

I am not the same. I've done things

And I am sure you don't want to hear about it.

But, still I am me. And you are you.


365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, 1 year.

Minds are wild, they're untamable, ready to fly away.

My mind has left a couple of times.

Can you feel it? I am not me, but I'm still just me.

I think I like you. But, is it just the idea of you?

Maybe the idea of old you. Maybe just you.

I have a lot of ideas, which one of them are you?

I am sure you have many ideas as well.

Which one of them am I?


364 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, 1 year.

I met you yesterday and I'll never meet you again.

Tomorrow you'll be different. In a year you'll have forgotten me.

And will only remember the idea of me. And you won't like it.

No one does. So please, change in a good way.

Make new adventures, discover the world, your world.

Never let you down and never give up.

You are just the same. You are young and old.

You are the sun and the moon.

And you are all the stars between. 

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