Category Archives: phantasy and never happening stories

She builds up a word of magic..


“All this people that surround me, all these faces only drown me..”
Got this feeling a lot lately. I feel like I’m missing someone, some person I don’t even know. Like I’m loving someone I’ve never even met. Which is quite true to say the truth cause in dark nights my mind creates… But fairytales are fairytales and happy endings are rare. So, I live my phantasy only in my mind, and pray every evening that it becomes reality. Ironically this fake, perfect imagination is what keeps me going. The idea that something better is out there. That someone will understand me just as I am .. But until there I have a long way to walk. Now back to real life, Lessing’s book awaits me..