Me? I am scared of everything. Do you have any idea what this means? Everything. I am scared of things that had happened before, things that are happening, and things that will happen. I am scared that what happened to me before, has disabled me from trusting again; so terribly that I won't fall in love again. Can you imagine that? Me, not in love? I am scared that the fact I can't write the way I used to do, the fact that I can't share the feelings I used to share, are indications of this transition.
There was always this other world sitting right next to mine, in which there was no dependence, no can't-live-without-you love, no hug-me-please moments, it was just peace, a milky quiet peace. And I didn't want that. I wanted the colors, the bright greens - when you are walking together in spring day, listening to music together, the oranges - when you are in a party, laughing to a joke, the intense ocean blue-greens - when you are making love - and the whites - when you are sad and silent, and you have each other to lean on. I need the temptation, the heart beat, the gasps.
For reasons I clearly remember, I have been dragged to this world. And I am at peace with life. I am OK. But, I still remember the other side, and that's what messing with my mind. I know how great that feels, and I still long for it. Not being able to get there, makes my skin crawl.
You are sitting at the other end of this table, smiling at me, and talking about sailing. I wonder if you can read my thoughts. I remember how calmly and quietly you are holding my hand, how soft and safe your hands are. You are walking me back to the old world, and you have no idea about it. I haven't felt like this for so long, that it kind of scares me. I haven't felt the heart beat even before the making out, that it surprises me to find myself excited getting a text message from you. And yes, I am scared. I am scared that we can't stay together. Scared that I walk away, in to that milky world again, and not be able to feel like this anymore.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Reader
I need you, to imagine me, imagine this side of my soul that I present to you here, for I only exist if you do so. I need you, to imagine me, in the most extraordinarily ordinary moments of my life, my private secret moments. I need to, because I never dared to look at myself there...
Be here, with me, at this very moment, and imagine me. Imagine me through my cold spell... Help me survive...
Be here, with me, at this very moment, and imagine me. Imagine me through my cold spell... Help me survive...
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Not a Virgin anymore...
It was so overwhelming, so hard, that I needed to talk to someone
I needed to cry, to complain...
I walked in to the health care center
and told the reception: "I need to talk to someone now", with tearful eyes
and there he was, my first therapist
"My life is great, I love my school, my major, and my job" I started.
"I have great friends and a lovely family. I love my home."
He stared at me, and said: "why are you here, crying?"
"I am so tired, holding this fantastic life together. I feel like I can't do it anymore..."
I needed to cry, to complain...
I walked in to the health care center
and told the reception: "I need to talk to someone now", with tearful eyes
and there he was, my first therapist
"My life is great, I love my school, my major, and my job" I started.
"I have great friends and a lovely family. I love my home."
He stared at me, and said: "why are you here, crying?"
"I am so tired, holding this fantastic life together. I feel like I can't do it anymore..."
Friday, August 20, 2010
Saturday, August 07, 2010
Priceless
He came in after two nights and one day of not seeing each other
I wanted to talk to him about something
He sat on the couch, I sat on the coffee table
I asked him if he can be here tonight, he said he can
I kissed him.
I was wearing my blue overalls, with a green top
Then, he leaned forward, opened the hooks of the overalls, and laid back again
He smiled, leaned forward again, and kissed me.
A few minutes later, he took my top off, saying it is so warm in here...
That silent admiration, in his brown eyes, in his pretty smile, was priceless.
I wanted to talk to him about something
He sat on the couch, I sat on the coffee table
I asked him if he can be here tonight, he said he can
I kissed him.
I was wearing my blue overalls, with a green top
Then, he leaned forward, opened the hooks of the overalls, and laid back again
He smiled, leaned forward again, and kissed me.
A few minutes later, he took my top off, saying it is so warm in here...
That silent admiration, in his brown eyes, in his pretty smile, was priceless.
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
The relationship
I always looked for interesting people,
those complicated minds and souls,
I loved the challenge.
Now, I long for a calm person
with a nice life style
a simple soul, with no buried hatred.
This is what the challenge does to you...
Friday, July 30, 2010
In my secret life...
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monologue
You are here, a few feet away
and it feels good. It is comforting to have you here...
You said you don't wanna hurt me, and that I am little fragile now.
You are right, I am, and you have to be gentle.
There are things I need t talk to you about: worries, questions, concerns.
Be good, as good as you are now.
I like this to work.
Be good.
and it feels good. It is comforting to have you here...
You said you don't wanna hurt me, and that I am little fragile now.
You are right, I am, and you have to be gentle.
There are things I need t talk to you about: worries, questions, concerns.
Be good, as good as you are now.
I like this to work.
Be good.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Early Morning Diary
It's Tuesday morning.
Like the usual, I am sitting in the station, waiting for the train.
The station shade has a silhouette of a goose on it, that the sunlight reflects it on the pavement.
It is a white silhouette over a grey shade, which is interesting, as you always see the bird darker than the sky.
I think about the week before: about Ali's trip.
I think of all those old long conversations with people that you don't need to define yourself and your emotions for; as they already know everything about you, and the accepted you the way you are and they still love you.
I remember the night we went to the bar, and Erik showed up. I think about the way he was, so nice and gentle, and I think to myself that this is the first time someone is confusing me this much... And I remember Naomi, how drunk she was, and how desperate...
I think about how complicated some people want the life to be. I remember him saying he would email me, and he didn't; like the call he said he would make and he didn't, the message he said he would reply, and he didn't.
I think about the feeling I had when he left the bar with her, the tears in my eyes: he reminded me of Amin, of all those moments I watched him leave with Mona, in front of my eyes, not even caring about me. Erik broke something in me that night, something that I thought was already destroyed. He touched the old wound, and he slit it open again. And it is so hard to deal with this.
I think about Sara, my lovely sweet Sara. I think about her worries, that never end. I am thinking that in two weeks she might get engaged with Siavash, and I think about her simultaneous happiness and anxiety. I think about Siavash, of how I want to punch him once, for all the troubles he has caused.
And then, I think about Daniel, who has tiptoed his way in my life and is there right now. I think about how nice he is, how kind, and how easy one can fit him in my life: without any complication, any worries, any tears...
Something falls inside my heart when he says "Hello", that long and childish "Hello", that cute face, in the body of a soldier. And I think about how I wished he wasn't a soldier. It scares me. the fact that he might fight a war some day; that he might get killed; that he might kill...
I have to let the universe guide me again, only if I were that patient...
Like the usual, I am sitting in the station, waiting for the train.
The station shade has a silhouette of a goose on it, that the sunlight reflects it on the pavement.
It is a white silhouette over a grey shade, which is interesting, as you always see the bird darker than the sky.
I think about the week before: about Ali's trip.
I think of all those old long conversations with people that you don't need to define yourself and your emotions for; as they already know everything about you, and the accepted you the way you are and they still love you.
I remember the night we went to the bar, and Erik showed up. I think about the way he was, so nice and gentle, and I think to myself that this is the first time someone is confusing me this much... And I remember Naomi, how drunk she was, and how desperate...
I think about how complicated some people want the life to be. I remember him saying he would email me, and he didn't; like the call he said he would make and he didn't, the message he said he would reply, and he didn't.
I think about the feeling I had when he left the bar with her, the tears in my eyes: he reminded me of Amin, of all those moments I watched him leave with Mona, in front of my eyes, not even caring about me. Erik broke something in me that night, something that I thought was already destroyed. He touched the old wound, and he slit it open again. And it is so hard to deal with this.
I think about Sara, my lovely sweet Sara. I think about her worries, that never end. I am thinking that in two weeks she might get engaged with Siavash, and I think about her simultaneous happiness and anxiety. I think about Siavash, of how I want to punch him once, for all the troubles he has caused.
And then, I think about Daniel, who has tiptoed his way in my life and is there right now. I think about how nice he is, how kind, and how easy one can fit him in my life: without any complication, any worries, any tears...
Something falls inside my heart when he says "Hello", that long and childish "Hello", that cute face, in the body of a soldier. And I think about how I wished he wasn't a soldier. It scares me. the fact that he might fight a war some day; that he might get killed; that he might kill...
I have to let the universe guide me again, only if I were that patient...
Sa'adi
Sir, I love and owe you more than you loved your beloved.
Someone, here, thousands of miles away from where you lived 8 centuries ago,
is reading your poems, is crying with them, and is falling in love over and over
and feels like she is not alone.
It seems like you are sitting next to her, in the train,
holding her head on your shoulder,
caressing her hair,
and comforting her with your words...
She knows that you felt the same, and that you understand.
She owes you man, a lot. And if one day, a time machine is invented,
she would travel to your time, to give you a hug.
But for now, please accept this, a hug from future.
I love you :)
Someone, here, thousands of miles away from where you lived 8 centuries ago,
is reading your poems, is crying with them, and is falling in love over and over
and feels like she is not alone.
It seems like you are sitting next to her, in the train,
holding her head on your shoulder,
caressing her hair,
and comforting her with your words...
She knows that you felt the same, and that you understand.
She owes you man, a lot. And if one day, a time machine is invented,
she would travel to your time, to give you a hug.
But for now, please accept this, a hug from future.
I love you :)
Work Commute
I was reading Sa'adi, his love poems.
Shajarian was singing: Oh, rain, fall like my blood-shedding heart...
I am gone with the wind,
As simple as this.
Shajarian was singing: Oh, rain, fall like my blood-shedding heart...
I am gone with the wind,
As simple as this.
Remember this
You have to be alone, in a half-empty apartment, at 4:30 am, having a horrible nightmare;
then you have to wake up scared, shivering and worried;
you need to call everyone you know who might answer their phones at this time, even friends in other states;
and no one should answer their phones.
Then, you need to burst into tears, and cry for hours, till you fall asleep again;
All these to know that you are alone, completely alone, and all those people who kept calling you the next morning, are way far away...
Something has changed in me since that night.
then you have to wake up scared, shivering and worried;
you need to call everyone you know who might answer their phones at this time, even friends in other states;
and no one should answer their phones.
Then, you need to burst into tears, and cry for hours, till you fall asleep again;
All these to know that you are alone, completely alone, and all those people who kept calling you the next morning, are way far away...
Something has changed in me since that night.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Non-existing Memories
We could have been to Washington Park today, for a walk.
I haven't been there yet. They say it is pretty big, and beautiful.
I would be so happy to see there, to see all those old giant trees.
And then, I would have given you a hug, a long and tight hug.
A hug filled with gratitude and emotions.
You would have put your face in my hair and smelled it
I would have smelled your neck and kissed it.
Then, we would have gazed in to each other's eyes,
and we would have kissed,
for the first time.
Today, could have had our first kiss.
Today, is so wasted...
I haven't been there yet. They say it is pretty big, and beautiful.
I would be so happy to see there, to see all those old giant trees.
And then, I would have given you a hug, a long and tight hug.
A hug filled with gratitude and emotions.
You would have put your face in my hair and smelled it
I would have smelled your neck and kissed it.
Then, we would have gazed in to each other's eyes,
and we would have kissed,
for the first time.
Today, could have had our first kiss.
Today, is so wasted...
Friday, July 09, 2010
Pattern
I met this guy last night,
while chatting with Jason and Robert.
He was cute, really cute
and polite,
one of those guys that you can actually carry a conversation with.
I felt really good.
Jon said I should take it slow.
Said I always acted this way:
Happy, excited, interested,
and they ALL ended up disappointing me.
And I knew he was right.
I felt just good.
He got my number,
he hasn't called or texted me though.
I don't feel good.
while chatting with Jason and Robert.
He was cute, really cute
and polite,
one of those guys that you can actually carry a conversation with.
I felt really good.
Jon said I should take it slow.
Said I always acted this way:
Happy, excited, interested,
and they ALL ended up disappointing me.
And I knew he was right.
I felt just good.
He got my number,
he hasn't called or texted me though.
I don't feel good.
Friday, June 25, 2010
On the subject of dating
And I still keep searching
like a fool, like a sad fool
trying to believe that it will happen
someday, somewhere, with someone...
like a fool, like a sad fool
trying to believe that it will happen
someday, somewhere, with someone...
Monday, June 21, 2010
I am a psycho
Sitting in my cubicle,
staring at the product development tracking sheet
sipping from the strong mocha - in the company's mug -
trying to remember the metrics and formulas
I think of you,
of how fucked up I am,
of what a mess my life is.
I come here,
and I stare at the posts
thinking to myself
what the hell is wrong with me
I feel sick
and I leave.
Then there's a though, a phrase, an issue
and I come back
and I write.
This one took an hour to finish
I deleted the whole thing 4 times I guess
and the rewrote parts of it
and now it's what you see
a multi-digested vomit
of an illusionist...
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Puke
Why do I feel so empty when I need to be strong?
Where is me, where did I let go of me?
What happened to this woman in me, in the past 9 months?
I feel like I gave birth to a new born, but I don't see it anymore
It is gone, like it has never been there
I feel robbed, fooled, deceived...
I aged without noticing it.
I aged alone, all by myself.
You stood there, at the threshold,
and you never said a word,
you just watched...
I don't understand you, and it is fucking with my mind
I don't understand why you keep the distance,
and then hold me in your arms like that;
I don't understand why after a whole day of hanging out and being cool,
when I'm about to leave, you suddenly grab my waist and dance to me, so close, so sensual;
I don't understand it.
I am so tired of trying to figure it out either...
This whole is a brain puke,
after a long night of drunken moments,
I know the hangover will come,
as I gave up on you,
and I won't have another sip in the morning,
I gave up on you,
stop coming to my dreams...
Where is me, where did I let go of me?
What happened to this woman in me, in the past 9 months?
I feel like I gave birth to a new born, but I don't see it anymore
It is gone, like it has never been there
I feel robbed, fooled, deceived...
I aged without noticing it.
I aged alone, all by myself.
You stood there, at the threshold,
and you never said a word,
you just watched...
I don't understand you, and it is fucking with my mind
I don't understand why you keep the distance,
and then hold me in your arms like that;
I don't understand why after a whole day of hanging out and being cool,
when I'm about to leave, you suddenly grab my waist and dance to me, so close, so sensual;
I don't understand it.
I am so tired of trying to figure it out either...
This whole is a brain puke,
after a long night of drunken moments,
I know the hangover will come,
as I gave up on you,
and I won't have another sip in the morning,
I gave up on you,
stop coming to my dreams...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Hallucination
I felt so sick last night:
a terrible headache, low blood pressure, felt like throwing up.
I wanted you there, to hold me tight
to warm my cold, shaking body, to warm my heart...
There is this empty spot in my life:
next to me in the pictures, in front of me when cheering a drink,
in my arms when I want to give a hug,
on my lips when I want to kiss,
in my bed when I want to make love, to rest.
I hold you responsible for that.
a terrible headache, low blood pressure, felt like throwing up.
I wanted you there, to hold me tight
to warm my cold, shaking body, to warm my heart...
There is this empty spot in my life:
next to me in the pictures, in front of me when cheering a drink,
in my arms when I want to give a hug,
on my lips when I want to kiss,
in my bed when I want to make love, to rest.
I hold you responsible for that.
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
missing you...
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. ~Edna St Vincent Millay
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Small things
It's been a long time since I know you
a long time since I liked you
...
a couple of days ago, someone started liking you
pretty serious
and started showing it to you
I was there, watching
I thought to myself
if this happens, I'd be sad
...
Then I felt weird
why would I feel sad...
do I like you that much? I never thought so
...
Nothing happened
you stopped it.
and you told me that you did that.
...
I feel better now
a long time since I liked you
...
a couple of days ago, someone started liking you
pretty serious
and started showing it to you
I was there, watching
I thought to myself
if this happens, I'd be sad
...
Then I felt weird
why would I feel sad...
do I like you that much? I never thought so
...
Nothing happened
you stopped it.
and you told me that you did that.
...
I feel better now
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I miss you
It rains as if it's never gonna stop.
It is not a cold cold rain.
We could have gone wild playing under it, but we don't.
We just simply don't.
I feel lonely,
wish you were here...
It is not a cold cold rain.
We could have gone wild playing under it, but we don't.
We just simply don't.
I feel lonely,
wish you were here...
I'd give my all...
Saturday afternoon,
group meetings, project presentations
final project reports
take home exams due dates
...
And you're the only thing on my mind...
group meetings, project presentations
final project reports
take home exams due dates
...
And you're the only thing on my mind...
Friday, May 21, 2010
Life
I dance silently with the music
it's about a lover praising his beloved
I dance with it on my tiptoes
I turn and turn and turn
I think of you
I pause
I sit
I change the song.
it's about a lover praising his beloved
I dance with it on my tiptoes
I turn and turn and turn
I think of you
I pause
I sit
I change the song.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Gone with the wave
When you doubt everything,
everyone, every feeling, every action
and you don't have any one to turn to
to hold on
you break: internally.
And there is no remedy for the scar.
You may sooth the pain later,
and move on,
but that wound is still there,
and if you run out of the painkiller,
you feel the pain just like the very first moment
and you feel that your heart is being squeezed
by the strongest fist you've known...
and then you want to scream,
and you cannot...
Then the pain increases
it builds up to beyond your tolerance
so much that you let it go,
you become indifferent to the pain,
just to survive...
Although you wish you'd die
and you'd be gone
there is this weird tendency to survive
and to overcome the battle...
maybe a buried trace of hope
for the goodness after this
but
only the ones who come out from the other side
know that nothing will be the same ever again
and you wish you were gone...
Then you think of leaving
you think of the ocean
that welcoming mass of water
you think of the moment
when it embraces you all over
like no one has ever did
when you'll float
like the time you were a fetus
and you think of that silence
that solitude
that comfort
and you'll finally rest...
everyone, every feeling, every action
and you don't have any one to turn to
to hold on
you break: internally.
And there is no remedy for the scar.
You may sooth the pain later,
and move on,
but that wound is still there,
and if you run out of the painkiller,
you feel the pain just like the very first moment
and you feel that your heart is being squeezed
by the strongest fist you've known...
and then you want to scream,
and you cannot...
Then the pain increases
it builds up to beyond your tolerance
so much that you let it go,
you become indifferent to the pain,
just to survive...
Although you wish you'd die
and you'd be gone
there is this weird tendency to survive
and to overcome the battle...
maybe a buried trace of hope
for the goodness after this
but
only the ones who come out from the other side
know that nothing will be the same ever again
and you wish you were gone...
Then you think of leaving
you think of the ocean
that welcoming mass of water
you think of the moment
when it embraces you all over
like no one has ever did
when you'll float
like the time you were a fetus
and you think of that silence
that solitude
that comfort
and you'll finally rest...
a walk under the clouds
I wish I had a backpack
in which I could put all the memories
all the streets, alleys
all the people I love
and I could carry it around with me
so, when there come moments like now,
I could have had a short walk in those alleys
and cure the pain... the heartburn...
in which I could put all the memories
all the streets, alleys
all the people I love
and I could carry it around with me
so, when there come moments like now,
I could have had a short walk in those alleys
and cure the pain... the heartburn...
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I saw a wild dream the other night:
It was a road that was served for city's light rail transportation and cars
We were in the back seats of a van, looking back...
and a train was coming towards us,
and it got out or its tracks
and crashed, coming towards us
...
I survived, with another friend
he went to ask for help
and I went the other direction
two Asian workers in a restaurant said they'd help
but then they wanted to rape me
and I woke up...
P.S. I know, I need a shrink.
It was a road that was served for city's light rail transportation and cars
We were in the back seats of a van, looking back...
and a train was coming towards us,
and it got out or its tracks
and crashed, coming towards us
...
I survived, with another friend
he went to ask for help
and I went the other direction
two Asian workers in a restaurant said they'd help
but then they wanted to rape me
and I woke up...
P.S. I know, I need a shrink.
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
What if this time,?
What if this time, I won't call you first?
What if this time, I don't text you back?
What if this time, I don't wait for you?
What if this time, I keep you waiting and waiting?
What if this time, I don't say I care about you?
What if this time, I act unfaithful?
What if this time, I lie?
.
.
.
Yeah, what if this time,
you are the one left feeling completely fucked over?
What if this time, I don't text you back?
What if this time, I don't wait for you?
What if this time, I keep you waiting and waiting?
What if this time, I don't say I care about you?
What if this time, I act unfaithful?
What if this time, I lie?
.
.
.
Yeah, what if this time,
you are the one left feeling completely fucked over?
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
These single events...
A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Dreams
+ Snow is water and water typically represents the emotions and/or the unconscious and/or the intuition. Since snow is frozen one might conclude that snow therefore represents an emotional coldness or a kind of emotional paralysis
+ Snow is white. White is often a symbol of purity. In alchemy, white was the symbolic color of purification: the color of having stripped oneself bare of all that was no longer needed to move on to a higher level of existence.
+ Snow may also symbolize innocence. Rarely is there a child who is not exciting at the prospect of snow or who is fascinated by it. A dream of snow may be indicating that you are regaining some of your ability to look at the world through an adult's eyes but with the wonder of a child's heart
+ Snow dreams happen throughout the year and if you relate positively to snow and it is falling at an odd time of year, this may indicate an unexpected, happy event in your life.
- What the hell?!
+ Snow is white. White is often a symbol of purity. In alchemy, white was the symbolic color of purification: the color of having stripped oneself bare of all that was no longer needed to move on to a higher level of existence.
+ Snow may also symbolize innocence. Rarely is there a child who is not exciting at the prospect of snow or who is fascinated by it. A dream of snow may be indicating that you are regaining some of your ability to look at the world through an adult's eyes but with the wonder of a child's heart
+ Snow dreams happen throughout the year and if you relate positively to snow and it is falling at an odd time of year, this may indicate an unexpected, happy event in your life.
- What the hell?!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Prayers
One year ago, being here, like this, feeling these feelings, would have been the wildest dreams, the craziest chances. I understand that, and I'm kinda happy and proud of it. And I think I said "thank you" enough. But there is still a part in this life that sucks, really really sucks. You know what I'm talking about. I never thought that life would be fair, but I believed you were. Therefore, listen: I want my share in that, and I want it now, just cause I really need it. So, stop acting all GOD-ish, and give it to me.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Rule - 3
If you know me, you shut up! You don't call me by my first name in here... I am eve here... I wanna be eve here...
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Monologue
Hey you up there! This was not our deal! This whole school shit were supposed to end up this week, but you are making me work twice on each of them. What's got in to you man? Do you really enjoy this mess? Do I really look that funny from up there?! Anyways, either you stop and take care of this craziness or I start looking for a new god...
Why? because I said so. :-|
Why? because I said so. :-|
Monday, March 08, 2010
Darvinism
Never listen to old music play-lists. There is always a song, that brings back a whole lot of feelings, memories, and moments. Things that have been buried all these times. Things that cost you tears, sadness, nostalgia and loneliness to be buried.
You should set passwords for them, not the usual ones, so that after a certain time, you forget them as well. This is the survival secret...
You should set passwords for them, not the usual ones, so that after a certain time, you forget them as well. This is the survival secret...
Second round
I've been here before. And I went the wrong way. I got hurt, to the core. All the logic, the boundaries I knew fell apart. Now I am back at the same spot. Wanna go the other way.
Then, I knew I'm gonna get hurt, cause everything was falling apart, and I did nothing. I just watched. And all those things happened. I can't tolerate this one more time. I wanna enjoy this, and leave it when it gets ugly... I wanna stop caring...
Then, I knew I'm gonna get hurt, cause everything was falling apart, and I did nothing. I just watched. And all those things happened. I can't tolerate this one more time. I wanna enjoy this, and leave it when it gets ugly... I wanna stop caring...
Confession
This is not a diary. It is a locker, full of hidden secrets, hidden words, hidden emotions; hidden things I wanna show...
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Simplicity
The reason I don't put the chairs back under the table, is that I still like to imagine you sitting on them. There is nothing romantic about this, it is more sensual, more comforting than romance.
I like having you in my life. :)
I like having you in my life. :)
The gem...
There are moments in your life, that you feel lonely. You feel like no one is out there for you. You run out of hopes, dreams... You have to dig deeper then, cause there is something deep inside of you, that can change everything, no matter what...
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