Thoughts From A Balcony: Home is where the heart is.

  Dear Strangers of Internet, It’s long overdue but now, I finally understand what Home really is. It took me being away from my family and friends to really understand it. I used to believe that home was a place, somewhere you live or used to live. When I was younger, I had this constant feeling … More Thoughts From A Balcony: Home is where the heart is.

Words In The Wind: Maybe – A Spoken Word Poem by Igor Oro.

Dear Strangers of Internet, If you know me, even just a little bit, you’ll probably be aware of my love for words and TV shows. The two combined is what this kind of posts will be. There’s so many words I want to share. The ones which brings me comfort, overwhelms me or renders me … More Words In The Wind: Maybe – A Spoken Word Poem by Igor Oro.

Travel With A Stranger: Let’s Be Adventurers… Welcome to Reunion Island.

    Dear Strangers of Internet, Almost three years ago, one of my superheroes exclaimed himself and said something like: “Let’s be adventurers !” and *pouf* three months later, we were on a plane on our way to a new destination. From this moment, we have been living abroad on a very tiny island called Reunion … More Travel With A Stranger: Let’s Be Adventurers… Welcome to Reunion Island.

Mental Health Corner: Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

Dear Strangers of Internet, In a world where mental health is considered less important than physical health, it is time to speak up and spread awereness around that matter. Mental illness is real. Too real sometimes. Even though, it all takes place in our heads. It’s a real problem. I wish some people knew that one thing: … More Mental Health Corner: Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

Hiding In My Poetry: Standing in the middle of the empty road.

  “So, I’m waiting. I’ve been lost for a while now. But right now, standing in the middle of the empty road while the sun is setting, I don’t care. I’m feeling fearless and free at the same time, like nothing bad could ever happen. If you ask me, It’s kind of beautiful.”   This … More Hiding In My Poetry: Standing in the middle of the empty road.