lost in translations

Relieve is

slipping your feet into the soft soles Nike pair after one whole day of dreading them in the painfully dashing stilletoos


Irony is

watching the next top model wannabees while finishing the thick slice of creamy chocolate cake from the weekend without a single guilt


Comfort is

the thought of what tomorrow might serve


Guilt is

losing the fight between righteousness and self-ego plus tiredness


Love is

the mental image of Aya with broom in her hand and towel on her neck imitating Bibik's daily chores


Emptiness is

eating nice dinner while watching nice movie all alone cracking potential jokes with your potential friends only in your head


Confused is

missing people unnecessarily