On
this beautiful piece of land, I have built the stone castle to protect my soul
Not
to be robbed nor attacked from ill intentions at every possible moment.
It's not impossible to enter, but I will never give the key or share the main road.
Are you ready to enter? Do you dare to accept this challenge?
I
have created those breathtaking murals inside these walls
Just to share a piece of myself with myself only.
You
can call it art, if you are brave enough, but it's private, just like the real me.
The
caste and the mirror, the fairy tale of Snow White in the modern age.
But
instead of evil witch and pure maiden, the plot twist is that they both are me.
Mirror,
mirror on the wall, who will hurt me the most of them all?
No
happy end, I am the creator almighty, the narrator with sweet voice.
This
story is over, let's move on the next.
…..
High,
high up in the bright blue sky; I have built the glass castle.
So
transparent, so light like my soul – free-spirited, gentle, carefree.
You
need to climb the slippery glassy stairs, an abject attempt to reach me.
I
cannot be touched so easily; I have seen the ugliness of the land.
The
second home I have created for those who manage to get
Through
the roughness of my character, for those who accept my sharp tongue.
But
don’t think this route is not that dangerous, I made it full of obstacles.
This
is to protect the softness of my spirit, I want me to roam free
Where
I am bound to nothing, just like a flying bird
I
can see the world from different perspective.
But
the story of black swan is a tragic one as well, don’t get carried away.
Who
said my aim is the so desired happy-ending?
…
In
the end, with my last last drops of will powers, I have built the sand castle.
It
is near the deep, deep sea, always in fear of get buried beneath
The
huge waves of emotional damage and distress.
This
one is not a piece of art like the other two.
This
one is made from every tear, shattered dream, broken promise,
Loss
and awfully painful memories.
This
one is my reminder to my future self how fragile a human being is
When
the storm comes from all the hidden horizons, beyond the sea line.
The
shoreline is my grave place, no tombstones, no crosses, no marks.
We
are born alone and alone we die in the comfort of our homes,
Before
the mirror on the wall, with head bend; filled with shame.
The
truth is ugly, I lost most of my battles -
Constant wars between the sanity of my mind and the craziness of my heart.
One
shall always prevail upon the other and causes all the doubts and pain.
And
when the lifetime is about the end,
I
just need to be sure I haven’t lived in vain…
…
Three
castles, three complex personalities, constantly
Which
one is on charge, with “best interest” agenda.
Inner
fight for survival between the strength of the human body, the fragile mind and
reappearing consciousness,
The
struggle of self-acceptance and self-love.
