Knowing something, that you cannot speak of and cannot repeat twice in mind, is almost benign if it was stationary influence that drives me. Yet of dynamic ridicule and over extending fantasy that i keep fuel’d. Sometimes i wonder where the hell i am, have i been here b’fore ? This place i know, i …
Month: September 2006
i don;t know how im ever going to finish, Its sore, these sores in my mouth, the blood is more frequent now, the taste is almost normal.The red sea of salt and water washes away my sadness.It seems strange to compare it to my soul.These nights are colder than they were before, but it doesn’t …
I’m tipy toeing around you, I watch my thoughts and educate my tendancies. I recommend and distinguish between the better and the best.I watch the words that come from my mind and i restrict the spenteonaety, and i extend the guidance. Sometimes I feel I’m artificial this way, a worked out example but it’s this …
Often we take things for granted – far too often is feels or seems to me, i found myself reciting the same few words they painted on that banner in assembly , in the hall : “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone”.And i suppose that is making more and more sense to …
I saw her again, while i watched the fire burn down that cypress, i thought i saw her at the gate, waiting for me, still and motionless and quite. I thought I hear her behind me, while i sat in the sun, and i imagined her behind me. Sometimes I think that my mind is …
Sometimes i watch and i see things that i don’t like for want. Sometimes i see things that make me feel terrible. Sometimes i see people that are not comfortable with themselves, with things around them with me.Sometimes i think we are all somewhere in the same journey.Though sometimes i think sometimes i should look …
I have no doubt that the people we meet change us in certain ways, the things that they impose and share with us, creates a lasting mipressionable mark on us.Like life i suppose, as you travel , you are exposed to things on your way and you pick up , stuble accross , many things …
I have no doubt that the people we meet change us in certain ways, the things that they impose and share with us, creates a lasting mipressionable mark on us.Like life i suppose, as you travel , you are exposed to things on your way and you pick up , stuble accross , many things …
you’re behind a black box, like a secret inside. I’m dying to know what you’re doing that side, I can’t see you anymore, I hope you’re doing better than last i saw, You’re on the other side of my mind, being , i just wish i could know how you are. Sometimes i wish i …
Sometimes i like the weakness i feel, sometimes i want it to swell. Sometime i crave the weakness, the inferiority the vulnerability, sometimes i feel inspired , when i understand weakness. My life is cosmopolitan as features mutltiply.I wonder where all the birds have gone? Its summer isn’t it? Break me, take from me until …