He followed me into my dreams,
Everywhere i went there he was.
But he couldn’t touch me,
I couldn’t touch him.
We only stared at each other.
Gazing into each other’s eyes.
Like Magic.
– shira
Be careful with me,
I’m fragile.
My heart was broken before.
Don’t play with me,
I’m not built for this sort of a thing.
If you want me,
Take me.
Just don’t toy with me.
– shira
He is the storm in me
He is the light
He is what guides me through the dark.
He is my candle
He is my wind that runs through my hair.
He is my heart.
– shira
Just a few words,
That is all i want.
Whispering in my ears what i long to hear.
Just a hug,
Just a smile,
And i’ll be yours.
– shira
On the next few weeks i’m going to work on the blog.
New theme, new fonts, new logo and much more writing.
It will be a mix of short stories and poems. Hebrew and English.
I even changed the blog’s name.
Hopefully you’ll like it all.
– shira
I didn’t write in a long time. Well, i was doing so many things at this time.
Right now i’m about to produce this commercial for a day called Blind Day– Day of solidarity with the blind. A friend from my advertising class is the director. Shooting are 2 weeks from now. It’s going to be great.
I’m going forward with this BDSM series. Working on it with a friend from class. This is going to be Awesome.
Allso, right now trying to write the script for my finale film. There’s a long way to go with this thing. But maybe it’s for the best, i guess.
And… i’ve started to write for the internet magazine Techslut, which is an Awesome thing. Right now i’m working on a few articles for the magazine. So excited about this.
We need to write for screen-writing class this week, what is our “hell”.
Last week i brought something about my fear of hights and mediocrity. And i know i could’ve done better. That was the easiest thing i could have write about.
well, i think i’ve got many hells. I believe it’s hard not to pick the easy one. But i guess, if i want to make a film from it, i should write about the hard one. My Grandmother.
My fear or my hell if you like, is to be like her at the end. Why? Because we’re very much alike i guess.
I just don’t want my life to end when my loved one will die. I want to live after that. I’m scared of getting crazy and to see things that are not there. I don’t want to end up like an old lady who can barrely walk, and doesn’t think clearly.
This is not my thing.
Yeah, this is my hell.
Writing never came easy for me. Well, allmost. Now, when i have these home-work i need to do, it’s even harder.
Suddenly, i don’t have nothing to write about or there’s no subject that is interesting enough. Sometimes there is no insperation.
I guess, that’s the life of someone who’s trying to be a screen-writer/writer right?
My first entery. My first post.
Feel fresh and new.
I had several blogs in my life, but i left. Don’t know why.
Hope this one will survive.
So this is it. Let’s begin.
Just A few Words 