Writings

Captured by the current, drowning, vision blurred, endless attempts to reclaim freedom, to break free from addiction. Yet it feels like a drug, a seductive escape from the fog. Time flees imperceptibly, precious minutes dissolve unnoticed. Is it worth it— to mistake numbness for peace with technology? To silence our thoughts, hoping they would leave us? Yet they never vanish. Our fears re-emerge, unchanged. All our burdens, doubts, and problems lie in wait, awaiting the

Will I ever experience the love I deserve? I don’t think so, because I was born to observe to read, to watch But never will I be put first I’ve grown to accept my fate even if it’s completely unfair Because how is it that one who dreams can only pray That one day you’ll feel the same I wish to be everything to someaone I want to be observed and heard I want my teenage love story to be better than I could hope it would be. Iedlicska Nóra X. H

Time is a cruel thing. It turns enchanting moments that seem infinite into ephemeral memories. Then it starts to get quicker. Parts of your childhood die right before your eyes. And you don’t even realise until the present can only be reached in a dream, and a fervour becomes a heart-scald. The time given to us appears to get shorter, knowing each day isn't one more, but one less. It feels so scary getting older, Time is cruel to us all. Kádár Anita IX. R

An attempt to search A striving to reach Something to express Anything to proclaim Staring deeply into vacancy Made me realise, gently: Glancing at my laptop Wouldn’t make me wealthy The precious time invested Always affects the outcome However what does it influence If I haven’t had anything done? I have composed a few words: One letter after the other However, I have no idea To what I want to refer I feel like I’m suffocating Draining from lack of creativity Or, perhaps The

"What’re you gonna be?" they keep asking, With friendly smiles and coffee in hand, They expect me to tackle this huge thing, Like I’ve already got it all planned. They want a title, a clear-cut goal, A straight path with no twists in sight, As if at eighteen I should know my role, And not have a single doubt or fright. It feels like choosing who I’m gonna be when I’m still growing into who I am, or trading in my own uncertainty just to fit into somebody else’s plan. So I just

Life was hard two months ago. I felt lost and lonely. When I first moved to the new city, I told my friends that I was excited. I was eager to find new opportunities. But my confidence was just a way to hide my fear. The buildings, the crowd and constant noise made me feel anxious. I’d never experienced such busy streets. Everything was strange, the rushing people, their attitude and way of comunicating. During the first few days, I spent a lot of time walking around the city

Summertime has come around Heatwave hits me in July I can feel the heated vibe But my mind lives in another life In my head loud melodies play I see a life for which I would pay No matter what the people say From this dream I’ll never stray I’ve got my eyes on you Holding a bass guitar I missed a few notes But not my high hopes Everybody’s lookin’ for love But I’m not the one you want I’ve got a better solution I’ll stay in my illusion Let the music take

It’s weird how the house suddenly gets quiet after everything you once dreamed of as a kid, now became a void full of memories that were just too good to forget. Pictures from the past, they never got lost, the smell of joy and regret, collapsing into each other’s arms, haunting your lungs in an empty box. A dark room full of old songs, scattered between the sad and lonely walls of your heart. Fingerprints from your childhood, swept under the dusty rugs, the colors of laught

Temporal wealth was never the point. It's the silent passing of time which could disappoint. The ongoing decades we couldn't notice, Slid trough the fingers of our world of focus. Leaving footsteps in places we never return to, Looking at the future we were told to pursue. But soon, when the evening arrives, That's the sudden clarity which finally makes me realise. We traded our days for a promise of gold, But forgot that our youth could never be sold. The ticking sound of cl

I look for you in every person Yet my eyes still can’t find yours I miss your voice Because there’s a hole in my soul, I hope we wil meet again Even if it’s just for a glimpse It’ll remind me of the times we spent together Especially the times you were looking at her I still wish you the best 'Cause I don’t know how to forget Your warmth and your presence And you turning heads. Iedlicska Nóra X. H

Being the younger child often appears to be a weakness. You are considered naïve and incapable of succeeding on your own. Not only are you compared with your siblings, but you are also expected to emulate their positive qualities while avoiding their negative ones. But why should we be defined by the conclusions drawn from their actions? Why should our own identity be shaped by the path someone else has already taken? If only siblings were treated equally! Nonetheless, this v

Where am I? Here, somewhere, anywhere. Far removed from everything I used to fear An immeasurable distance keeps me alive Yet, it is consuming me inside Rarely, I begin to ponder Breathe a sigh of hard-earned relief Reflect upon each triumph I achieved And question existence's meaning An unknown place inhabited by fools An unfamiliar place I barely call home Paradise of the wealthy and respected A depth of hell in innumerable aspects This very moment what shall I become? A

Sometimes you feel as if a truck were wading through your heart. You cannot think, your mind goes totally blank. As if someone has turned off the lamp. Until that moment everything felt dark. But then, here it comes, it arrives. As a spectacular moment of our lives. Your body opts for overheating itself, When you catch that mysterious gaze And you cannot think of anything else. It hurts. It gets even worse, When you may assume That you could be loved. And eventually you reali

There is something strangely comforting about walking alone late at night. The streets that are usually crowded become almost unrecognizable, illuminated only by the dim glow of streetlights. Everything feels eerily comforting. The occasional hum of a distant car breaks the silence before gradually fading away. The cold air feels sharper at night, and even familiar buildings seem slightly distorted in the darkness. Empty windows stare down at the pavement, while shadows stre

I'm lying in my bed for the last time, Which I've slept in for years, it's been a while. I look around my room, sensing every material and fabric with the tip of my finger, To leave this place after being born in it is just a way to hinder… Everyone claims that everywhere is fantastic, but the best is at home. I've just realised the validity of this everyday saying, since I won't see it again anymore. What alleviates my unbearable pain is that the next owners will for sure lo

You wretched souls, trapped in a concrete cage Barely scraping by in such dreary age. You denounce all that moves and breathes For those creatures are wild, rackety and full of disease. Your entrails are tremulous Your consciousness odious Chasing always Clandestine ways We deride your kind As you deal with the ramifications Of your wicked actions, You will be left behind! Your sins near myriad, You are far from being a hero. Similar to the Iliad “Homer is long gone!” weeps h

In the early morning, rain falls slowly. Each drop like a whisper, reminding us of time that keeps passing by. Grey clouds appearing on the empty sky. Like the old memories come to my empty mind. Reminding me of the days, that felt like it’s gonna be always. As the rain falls, down to the ground, making a song of its own. A song I’ve already heard, the song of joy, happiness, dreams, sadness… memories. When the storm ends, the world feels brighter. Like I take a deep br

Everything began with a detention. That day I had to stay after school, because I got detention. It wasn’t something very serious, but my teacher thought I deserved it. My punishment was to go from classroom to classroom, wiping the students’ desks and dusting the shelves. At first, I found it simply boring, because the school was empty, and the hallways felt strangely quiet after hours. Slowly, I made it through the building. I started on the upper floors and worked my way d

Light - the essential phenomenon That brightens all our days. What if it didn’t exist, Would we find something else to replace the rays? For my taste, art is this light, That forces darkness to vanish, That colors my heart in delight, Like Van Gogh painted the Starry Night. Painting, curving with brushes, Replicates my threads in my mind, Designing a meticulous art, That leaves hidden emotions behind. Melancholy, nostalgia, bliss For individuals whose left-side brain do

Dropped into the middle of a bustling city. Crowds rushing, ice-cold citizens as if vigor had been sucked out of their bodies. Sarah was not familiarized with the cosmopolitan city. However, her ambition knew no bounds. Even if each and every moment felt odd and unpleasant, Sarah would not give up on her dream to become an internationally recognized F1 driver. Decisions were made and risks were taken. All to achieve her goals, despite her disadvantage, as she was a girl att