Povesti scurte

Alexandru Bogdan M. Photography I was at the edge of nothing. Yes...nothing. Where this word has a meaning Where nothing can mean all, For that moment, in that time. It can mean the point where your life can stop or where your life can start again. For me...it starts again. It's  like I am a new man but in the same world. With the same memories, same body, same soul. But still, something is new. I searched you in that void space.  Just to touch you again... To feel one more time, your pretty face and your beautiful smile. I just wanted to feel your hand again, scratching my head. But you weren't there. How are you, beautiful soul? Because I just came back again in this world.

Alexandru Bogdan M. Photography      Trying to find the last word, I am lost between pages and time to finish the book. There was a  moment when you lost me. There was the moment in which you freed me out to find the line where the life could have a meaning and the life can be lived.       I can't remember the last word, because your last word was me and I was lost. I put myself on blank pages where I could question myself about my identity, to create a story. This book seems to be never ending. I catch meanings,  moments and memories, but with all of this I can't catch my meaning, my worth.       Where can I find all of these? What I know right now is that I'm not afraid   about life anymore, or about future, because right now I live the present and here I am.. only myself. I can be a  word on a blank page, but this blank page can be the last.       That's why the book should be written ...