You have hurted me so bad, sometimes I stop, look up into the distant sky so as not to cry when I think about you. Why am I crying inside? That which was missing in me, emerged within me while in brief you were with me, and now life like, a flower without water, strains …
maybe the answer to life do not come from one question, maybe life has many questions that are born from the experiences we have in life and the answers to these are born when we interpret them and make them mean something to us. maybe their is not a universal answer, only multiple personal answers …
At times I try to ignore the world. Drown it out with sound, any sound – only to distract me until I remember how alone I am. It takes it away, this that is with me or without. Sometimes I wonder if lacking what I haven’t is that which twists my mind the way it …
Sometimes I wonder if all my shortcommings can be viewed as advantages… If I work hard, I will be successful. If I’m not distracted, I’ll be successful. If I have a limited public interface for all the reasons I do, perhaps it will be easier to be successful? Or my lacking traits just magnify the …
In life you come to learn things by experiancing life as it happens, taking note of things that you do and their effect on the world and to you as you do it. Maybe thus to this end, it means simply this : do more and you’ll learn more, be more and you’ll know more. …
Ike most things that happen to me, things come clear to me only now, alter on in life. Today I relised one thing about making money.To make money you need to give something up, put something in and expect it to pay back – or maybe all this and more – its how you put …
something tells me that having children is a beautiful thing. Somehow it is the greatest thing a living being can do for another – is to give it the opportunity to breath in air, laugh, cry, run, think and above all wonder about all that he/she can do in life. Giving someone the guidance and …
I’m closed, once left open…inside now – I’m concealed, not revealed. i have places in me, my castle, that cry and weep, places that smile and those that I locked the last time, doors that I will not open anymore, for wolves and tears await me there. I have places that i sit in, in …
Perhaps I’m wrong. Maybe everything I’ve said has been mere randomness – the grasping of uncoordinated meaning. It might be that all I am is a machine trying to find reason far beyond the constraints imposed on me. Shall I pause and lie? Is it not right to be wrong, to see the truth? Everything …
I don’t know what to say, only that I’m finding it hard to find reasons to.I’m afraid that you take me again away, and leave me to fend for myself in the dark corners of this forest. maybe this too has something to do with you… I hope you never know the burden you cause …