Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

In the end, it's all the same Every French kiss in the rain Every hand you'll ever hold Even when your heart is cold Every inch of skin you've felt Every sweet cologne you've smelt Every look's that made you melt Is made on a conveyor belt It's part of the same sorrow plan It's how God has punished man To make love like ecstasy To make you dismiss reality And to fall into a helpless trance Of laughter, chocolate, and romance You play with fire and you dance You know the odds, but take a chance In the end, it's all the same All the bliss and all the pain All the kisses taste so sweet We search until we feel complete Image source: https://falacarte.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/kiss-under-spring-rain.jpg

Sometimes life really throws you in the deep end. No floaties, no swimming instructor by your side. No wading in the shallow end before moving on to the diving board. Sometimes life just pushes you in head first and you're 18 feet deep before you can even open your eyes. Perhaps this is when we learn the most- when everything hits us all at once. A beautiful catastrophe, a cavalcade of explosions, tears, laughter, happiness, loneliness; all of the contradictions and antonyms converging. Just a few months ago I felt like I became an adult, and now I am alone. So alone. There's help from friends, colleagues, and family, of course, but now I feel as most of us do. Like on an endless pursuit for money and happiness, not really knowing where to find either, and never feeling like we have enough. Adulthood is loneliness. As the strike nears a fifth cold and bitter week, and as I hopelessly scramble to find an apartment to move into before the Christmas season, it is only my inner a