Anger hate pain wahtever – you bring like a dust storm in my mind, tears run burn my checks and tightness pulls at my glass eyes – my heart stops, because its so sore it cannot continue, yet it starts again but it hurts, every moment there on. Anger hate pain whatever, you’ve broken me …
Sometimes I know something big is to come, to be and and know it will be with me. I see the gap in its greatness, not filled yet yerning to be great, complete. I know this for I am to be this. Yet, I am in a mould that I partially fill, yet it is …
There so many things that are more important and intrinsicly beautifull than what you are doing now. The best one can strive for is the appreciate this that you are not yet embraacing, the highest goal is experiancing it and not forgetting it. Don’t let your imagination die or become lonely – practise. Pratise to …
Professionalism is the death of something- I’m not sure what yet, though I think it has something to do with friendlyness.
leave me! this taste of ordinary content, of silent mediocrity that I admitedly feel fine to accept. Wash from my mind this ease of thoughts, of usual satisfaction. Let me start the race, the exciting begin and let me finish where I will, where I will and how I will – let me be all …
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Sometimes you are so impatient that it seems that your impatience gives you the easy characterization of control. To a degree impatience is knowing before hand what you want. Sometimes you are so impatient you terrorize the possibility. Sometimes you are so in control you stun the creativity. Sometimes you know before you think and …
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today i find mself, lying in mind, stateless – yet profoundly i have answers that i knew never i’d have – today i feel the calm of solitude and isolatioin – that which i was destined for and that which you tunred me against and diverted my tendancies – curse these things that i have …
You have to dare to experiance it, decide to change, endure to be it, only then can you fully appreciate or disappreciate it. —This post was made with a trial version of BlogPlanet, a photo blog client for mobile phones. For more information visit www.blogplanet.net.