One of the reasons I created this blog was to attempt and leave my comfort zone. A first effort was done with my first attempt to poetry . They are in Greek so I expect few people to actually understand them. The theme remains the same: love. Someone once said that the two of the greatest feelings that are responsible for creating art (any form of it) are love and sorrow. I can't say I strongly belong in either one category at the moment, but I find it to be a constant idea I struggle with. I don't know if the following scribbles are considered art, or whether or not they are considered good. I know that it kinda feels like a reflection on murky water. Not expecting anyone to actually make sense of the above... but it, strangely, makes sense to me. By the way writing these was not the hard part. Publishing them has been even harder. Part of it has to be the fact that the following are a step up in boldness, and given my cowardice... ...Deep breath... Here it goes: