Half Empty, Half Full

Half Empty, Half Full explores themes of incompleteness, loss, love, fear, and the search for self. Lina reflects on personal experiences, relationships, and the struggle to find meaning in a world that often feels contradictory.

• The writing style is introspective and poetic, often using metaphors and vivid imagery to convey emotions and ideas. There is a sense of vulnerability and honesty in the Lina's voice and ideas:

  • The idea of being "half empty" or "half full" is a recurring motif, suggesting a constant negotiation between hope and despair.
  • The poems and short stories grapple with the complexities of relationships, including love, loss, and the challenges of letting go.
  • there are reflections on personal growth, self-discovery, and the importance of embracing one's emotions and experiences.
  • There's an exploration of fears, particularly the fear of living and dying, and the need for courage to overcome these fears.
  • The collection touches on themes of modern life, such as virtual connections and the impact of technology on relationships.

• A deeply personal and reflective work, offering readers a glimpse into the author's thoughts, emotions, and experiences as she navigates the complexities of life and relationships.

"Half Empty - Half Full, Half Sun - Half Moon, Half Color - Half Gray, Half Me - Half You. Simply because I left so many halves behind, that I am only left with 2 quarters to give. And it's neither about the half that leaves, nor about the half that stays.

We bump into people who teach us things, we are hit by people who learn something from us and we let go of people who are so beautifully different from us that we turn into broken glass and crave for water since we first touch the hard wooden floor. Empty halls are filled with light only if we touch the curtains, gently, and push them to the middle of nowhere.

I miss kindness when I am not treated kindly, I miss having fun when my soul is caged in an useless fortress, I miss honesty when I am being lied to, I miss sacrifice when I am treated less than magic, I miss the sea when I listen to songs we would dance on as if nobody were looking, and mostly, I miss me, when I treat myself with less freedom than the sun's.

And then I also miss him, but only every day, and weirdly enough, he's not just the only one to whom I cannot say it any more but he is also the one who took the better half.

There are no feelings greater than the ones felt with eyes closed. There is no awareness, unless there's something missing.

So today, I am letting go of my last half, he's not here to help me pack my bags, I have no clothes and this time is only me."