Time changes, you life keeps changing. Like my life is changing right now for the worse, life keeps changing every moment.

This is a poem that I wrote on May 13, 2012. It’s not normally what I write about, but it’s one of my favorites.

..cold heart.

Nothing is better than being in your arms.

The world is ready with stones. Who cares the other fingers when he/she points at others’ faults?

I would love to see you just one last time.

Written by Elana Zablocki.

Sleepless in the city.

Maybe I’m missing someone.

When you’re changing so much to something you never knew you could be.