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Lilit Ghazaryan
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Escaping Night
I stay up at nights to work but there is a certain romance to the solidarity in darkness. My mind is quick at choosing a new destination and driving me off the cliff. Time is a funny thing, it stretches out at times and escapes you effortlessly at others. T...
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I was suffocating in the the city so I let the road lead the way. If you were nowhere to be found than perhaps if I got lost too, we would somehow meet in the void of memories.
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Meet me on the other side of the flight...
Meet me on the other side of the flight. I will purchase the ticket and eagerly send you the day and the time of my flight. I will pack my suitcase with the sweet memories and the forgotten ones, the unspoken words and the misspoken ones, with the light day...
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The Empty Script
You have become a distant fog that weights less than a cloud. I see your face only through the haze of distance and can barely make out your features as my memory fills in the gaps. Your presence has been replaced by feelings, feelings about the long gone a...
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If my thoughts had wings they would reach you through the cold night and whisper a wind in your ear, hopefully waking some old feelings in your heart that you have tried so hard to burry.
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And if both our thoughts, mine and yours,  meet somewhere in a cozy corner of the world  and waltz through the wind,  then what can logic and reason do stop them? 
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Bag of Sorrows
Another morning... I let the long drive take away all the masks and while the wind plays with my hair I let all the tears out. Singing along the songs playing on the radio out loud I try so hard to silence the voices in my head and keep on driving. If not t...
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Тоннель
Полдень прохладной осенней пятницы. Я сижу в зале ожиданий и жду встречи с психиатром. У меня были такие большие надежды, я думала что психотерапия чудом решит все мои проблемы и все попадёт на свои места.  Я так хотела поскорей заметить изменения что стала...
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A chilly autumn Friday afternoon. I was seating in the waiting
room and waiting for my appointment with the psychiatrist. I had such high
hopes, I thought therapy would magically fix everything and things would start
getting better day by day. I was so anxi...
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I am now older than she will ever be…
I shouldn’t have drunk that glass of wine… my brain is foggy
and tears are starting to fall down my cheeks… As I write this I take another sip knowing well enough that
at this point there is no way back. My emotions are taking over and if I can
not escape t...
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