isia : Writing

CYCLE - RECYCLE - TRANSFORM

CYCLE - RECYCLE - TRANSFORM

A Story by isia


Shhhuuuup. Eyes open. Welcome back. How was the journey? What journey you ask? The one you decided to take every 16 hours. No, let’s not be roma..
BEAUTIF... BEAUT... BEAT... BEATLESS

BEAUTIF... BEAUT... BEAT... BEATLESS

A Story by isia


“You are very beautiful”. Beautiful. Do you hear the echo of emptiness? Are you attracted to the deaf songs? To the 5 lines lying all alon..
In caffeteria

In caffeteria

A Story by isia


She eats. Politely. She goes for a flat crunchy cookie- bar. Even when served on saucer you still guess that the delicious moment will not last long. ..
Laurel wreath

Laurel wreath

A Poem by isia


Yes, you can triumph now. You can stand on the top of the mountain, straight and proud, next to your flattering victory flag. Slap after sla..