In this darkness
My feet would not go back
Was this the night I prayed for
This just cannot be
There are no chains around me
But if I want to go on like this
I will have to pay the price one day
When you cannot even believe in yourself
Who should you believe in
The answer is so close
That I cannot see it
Shedding black tears
There is nothing in me but sadness
And I cannot even say it
My whole body aches
And I cannot make it go away on my own.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Chapter 26 : terminal
I like my days in transit as I do not feel that I am here. Moving along with the people around me, becoming a direction. Destination, anywhere. I thought of the distances between countries, how similar it is to humans. It is essential so as to make every journey more meaningful and valuable. Every meeting a memory.
So it shattered.
Once again people will fail you. They say you forced it. They say let it be naturally. They say you are expecting too much. They say they have tried but you do not see.
They said.
I say. So it shall be done. I say I will walk away without force without expectation without seeing without forcing.
I said.
"No matter how long we exist, we have our memories - points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems."
So it shattered.
Once again people will fail you. They say you forced it. They say let it be naturally. They say you are expecting too much. They say they have tried but you do not see.
They said.
I say. So it shall be done. I say I will walk away without force without expectation without seeing without forcing.
I said.
"No matter how long we exist, we have our memories - points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems."
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Chapter 25 : consonance
"Whose pair of hands shall join me in the creation of my written masterpiece."
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
chapter 24 : Live
I have not lived yet. How young and bold I ought to be, to sail through waves and storms, to fight the battles of everyday life! Bless the Lord for the gift of talents, so that we could put to test all that we are given. It's amazing to see all the weights stripped away and how the soul can take its flight in this realm. To love what you do not have and disclose what you already possess.
Recently I had been called home by His very voice, so vividly I heard it. O how my soul cannot fathom the day of the rapture, and only the worthy would be taken. Many would grieve and wonder why the tribulation of seven years. It is the point of no return, and I do not want to be left behind.
Believe in me when I say that we are all warriors. We do the impossible of the everyday life.
To live.
Recently I had been called home by His very voice, so vividly I heard it. O how my soul cannot fathom the day of the rapture, and only the worthy would be taken. Many would grieve and wonder why the tribulation of seven years. It is the point of no return, and I do not want to be left behind.
Believe in me when I say that we are all warriors. We do the impossible of the everyday life.
To live.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Chapter 23 : Tale
I woke...and I just laid there. Waiting. Wondering. How did I get here? How did we all get here. The shadows shifted, as I held myself and told myself to sleep. The noise of the world is blatant yet comforting to the equally deranged mind. Lately the simple joy of reading and immersing in words is satisfying and bliss. I live.
"But I lived the lie. I lived it out of anger. This is what I'm trying to tell you. I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love." Marius
Indeed.
"But I lived the lie. I lived it out of anger. This is what I'm trying to tell you. I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love." Marius
Indeed.
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