Author: AnaSurguladze

  • The Plant You Brought Me

    The Plant You Brought Me

    Sometimes, I ask myself how could you trust me to care, even for a plant.Maybe, you didn’t know. Things I love and things I hate have the same ending; they die.I used to feel everything at the same time,but now I wake up every morning,walk by the plant you brought…

  • A Short, Unreceived, Love Letter

    A Short, Unreceived, Love Letter

    My mother always knows when I’m in love. Whenever she sees that I’m slowly drowning in the waves of infatuation, she stops talking, letting me decide whether I want to sink or swim. This time, I choose to sink because you’re too beautiful, I must get lost. Others can tell…

  • Thoughts left on Tiber

    Thoughts left on Tiber

    If the pavement steams, church bells ring, everything around is chaotic, and floral-printed dresses dazzle your eyes, then Congratulations. It’s summer, and you are in Rome. You’re in the city where Caesars, Gladiators, impressionist painters, skater teens, and middle-aged people with weary eyes all walk together with nowhere to go.…

  • Post loving

    Post loving

    I spied love in all of the useless places—I overdid it.I spied it in your hands,look for it in your ignorance,searched in your selfishness,to find the conclusion- not love, but I’m an illusion.Clichés,Broken-hearted people saying:“love does not exist.”Oh dear,believe me it does, but won’t ever come to your stagnant state…