tis true… I live a quite life of desperation. a life, quite. of underlying yearning, of desperation.
Month: November 2010
I will let myself have the chance. I will let myself succeed or fail, whichever it may be. And I will not fall into the hole of sadness when I fail, nor lie in the clouds when I succeed. Yet whichever comes my way in life, it will be at my own hand that they …
and as I let go the things that once were Im left with myself. it’s these days that you ask the question, is that enough?
in the end it seems you only have yourself. that being your thoughts, feelings mind and soul and this vessel that is your body. strip the fancy watch, the waterproof shoes and computer and all is left is you. make your life you.
if i die. let it be with these thoughts in my mind. for they are the only things that are truly mine. let it be with these things that i know. how my memories flow. if i die. I’m thankful.
I’ve never been on the normal side of the family. the things i do and dont do tattoo me into the sidelines of the guild. The way i walk and the way i speak, the way i say things and how i feel all make me someone else. i am a apple in a whole …
One thing that I’ve learnt while being here is how circumstances in life can change. Often automatically with little input from ourselves and then the greater kind: the changing of ones own circumstances.
One thing that I’ve learnt while being here is how circumstances in life can change. Often automatically with little input from ourselves and then the greater kind: the changing of ones own circumstances.
Pregnancy is perhaps one of the most wonderful things that can be. It truly is a miraculous thing. Pregnancy manifests itself as different things but all a concoction of concentration : Love, Protection, Beauty, Faith, Fear and it’s the endurance of ones character to see them through.
the sadness in life can only be eclipsed by the perception of ones family of you. Beauty of life, of freedom, dies as I think about it. In someones eyes, the moon shines so brightly upon this darkend night lake. It burns so sadly in the flame of that candle. and as I walk past …