Let me find you to embrace you...

Dark room, only a lil candle burnin, jazz, the smell of vanilla ice-cream, and some thoughts… I talked a lot ‘bout love, however I cannot say much about it myself. It should be perfect, flawless, angel like, and, regardless of all the hardships it may come across, lasting. I know I do love her, I know she is out there; I’m waiting for her… I’ll offer her the boring always-by-her-side comfort – that’s a promise. What can I do… I am a boring guy ;)
”Embraceable you” by F. Rosolino – some smooth tones - polecam

The 12 of us...

Windows to the soul...

In your eyes I find comfort and peace
The treasure of an endless ocean of love
Lies in your soul, behind the windows
that are your eyes

Train of Thought...

shot by JR

sometimes...

Sometimes you feel as if you had entered a world of shit. I sometimes did, newertheles I crawled out of it, often into some fantastic springlike existence full of wonderful friendship and smile.
Recently I got to know an extraordinarily wonderful, beautiful, mean;), maybe out-of-this-world person that feels as a part of me (incomprehensible?). I promissed some thousands of triliards of billions of kisses to a special woman, who chairs a throne in my heart, I lost a bowling game to Maciek (but he is my family, and you love your family, so you are happy when a member of your family wins:) ), I will force a return match though; I failed, and I succeded. However, one thing lacks... and it sometimes aches... and drains the optimism out of me(hardly possible?)... and it feels as if I was predestined to lack it... created to be lonely but not alone. Please, let it be that I speak not the truth.
Some other times I ask myself why the hell have I become such a sick optimist... and will this end?