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False Memories (Part 2)

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DISCLAIMER: the events and the characters mentioned in this story are the product of the author’s imagination

And all of a sudden, the alarm went off. I was so astonished I sat up straight in an instant, looking around with incredulity: I was home! Could it all have been just a vivid nightmare then? Somehow, I seriously doubted that. I didn’t remember going to sleep; quite the opposite, I could perfectly recall every bitter detail of yesterday’s quarrel. I sneezed – exactly. I also had no doubts that I was drenched by rain while parading the night streets in shorts and unzipped. Still, I was in my bed, in pajamas, my yesterday’s clothes hanging on the chairs’ back. 

In addition to all that, I got a splitting headache. The light – even this murky tender morning light which happens only right before dawn – seemed to be dazzling. I was completely disoriented. I stood up with a moan, and the whole world became blurred and shaky. Besides, my feet were still in pain. I sat down again.

The light was a problem here; I knew that it somehow affected the way I feel, so I decided to pull down the curtains and think. My eyesight was distorted; I couldn’t look directly at any object: my headache immediately returned magnified one thousand times. So I closed my eyes and started retracing yesterday’s walk, or rather my escape from home. 

First and foremost – we quarreled. Two adult sisters living together is… hm, a challenging task. If only we had enough money and the place we could go we’d leave each other immediately. But as for now, we had neither choice, nor sources. 

We were so different: She and I. Martha was brave and charismatic, always the center of attention. The awareness of that made Her addicted to the admiration of the crowd. My Sister spent all Her time on social media, impressing the public with retouched selfies and generated quotes, forgetting that these were fabricated lies that had little to do with her real self.

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False Memories (Part 1)

Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

DISCLAIMER: the events and the characters mentioned in this story are the product of the author’s imagination

I guess it all began the moment I slammed the door loudly, causing the tiny rivers and streams of stone dust and chalk to run down onto the floor. I quickly scrutinized the tiny crevices and cracks around the doorframe – eternal remnants of my mood swings and our bitter quarrels… I ran down the steps diving into the silver moonlight that stole all the colors of this world except for black and white… 

I could discern the catlike silhouettes in the silver slits of windows. All the voices from different flats were mixed and united in one preaching chorus, and all the graffities and scribbles that casually adorned the staircase during the day now were turned into magical patterns and figures. Like cavemen, we continue on and on to mark our achievements, wishes and feelings, etching them deep into the wall.

The entrance door swung open, welcoming the wet, damp wind to fill the darkness. A few rare cool drops of rain fell on my face, mingling and mixing with tears, calming me, reviving and suddenly filling everything with a sense of hope again. I went out, looking up at the sky and breathing deeply, trying to regain composure. My jacket was unzipped carelessly, my strides were long and bold… It was an attempt to become one with the wind, one with the coming storm, to cast off all formalities, reject the laws of physics, and fly over the earth in elemental fury.

A burning array of yellow windows was outlined brightly against the gray carcasses of the buildings, almost indiscernible in the surrounding darkness… I wish I could say the same about the drunken crowd of people, who were shouting and cursing loudly, while checking out the surroundings with an immense hunger for destruction. So I halted for a moment, praying to become invisible. 

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Artistic sigil “Luck”

Hi everyone 🙂
The waxing Moon is in Sagittarius now, so I think it’s time for us to ask Universe for a bit of luck.

This sigil was made by me using the letters of the Polish word for luck: it is longer and has a richer variety of consonants. I crossed out the repetitions and combined them into one shape (on the left). Later, I looked for artistic patterns to create an image charged with creative energy and visualization. I let the picture guide me, providing clues for additional keys to its activation if needed.

When I created this picture, I was almost feeling/seeing the golden light of Sun piercing the grape leaves that entwine the column. The rays are warming, cleansing and filling the whole space, exactly like the music coming from the harp. The sun depicted on the top of a column and the key hanging down from the harp could be the most important clue: string music and sun energy (both light and planetary) are vital here. This scene is definitely taking place in Southern Europe, and taking under consideration the vegetation, luck and sun energy, we can also possibly think of basil or bay leaf.

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Rockfall

 Thoughts fall like grey and bleak rockfall..
 Another day, and overall,
 There is no sunlight.
 I beg you, close the window, end this fight...
 I am not dead... At least not yet,
 Although my world's crashed down.
 At least for me. Or does it seem to be now?
 And will it go? What will I know?
 I'm frightened, I am dying, please! Although…
 So difficult to think, I'm losing track,
 Is there sense, or is the world a wrack?
 Or strategy of Doom? Just help me please!
 Show me the way to finally gain peace.



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