dear friend,
it's beautiful outside. I mean it's autumn, and it's raining, and the leaves are wonderfully orange, and the night draws closer and closer and .. it's beautiful. The feeling this view puts inside of me is beautiful. I have no way to describe it and I have a feeling that no photo camera in this world could catch the beauty of this, so I just hope you are sitting by the window just like me and enjoying it too, if not, well, i hope there is something else that makes you happy. makes you alive.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A post
dear friend,
i'm getting more and more disconnected. As if the people around me can't really reach me. And i wonder if it's so easy to forget one of your closest friends, stop caring, but it's not really about that. I'm being weird and i just don't like that. So I'll just tell you a story,
there was a girl living in an up side down world, where people better had their hearts broken than actually tried to change something. So she went to places searching for the answers without defining the questions, looking for helping hands in the sky. The sun never left the sky so she never stopped believing that she'll find her teacher - someone old enough to have seen everything in this world. So she went from town to town reading her poems in little book shops, working part time in bars and making friends so strange she never thought the world has. She saw people being happy, rising their childrens, fall inlove and get married. but she also saw people more evil she ever expected, hitting, screaming, breaking, lying, even killing.
So once she asked a stranger, who weekly came to her bar, in this town she was about to leave - why did he think these things happen? Why people are so different?
And the man looked her straight in the eye and said: "it's because there are a lot of people out there, who don't really believe they have souls. And without a soul person is nothing, robot. I've seen you perform in Annie's shop, you are quite good actually, but you always sound amused, and people feel that. They feel you doubts in your voice, feel your heart in your words. But it's okay, girl. You have such a young soul, such a pretty one as a matter of fact. So make a lesson of everything your lifes throws at you. And never stop believing that you have a soul. And everything is gonna be alright. You will find what you are looking for. "
"I think i just did," she said smiling down on the stranger.
"Oh no girl, it's just the beginning, it always is."
i'm getting more and more disconnected. As if the people around me can't really reach me. And i wonder if it's so easy to forget one of your closest friends, stop caring, but it's not really about that. I'm being weird and i just don't like that. So I'll just tell you a story,
there was a girl living in an up side down world, where people better had their hearts broken than actually tried to change something. So she went to places searching for the answers without defining the questions, looking for helping hands in the sky. The sun never left the sky so she never stopped believing that she'll find her teacher - someone old enough to have seen everything in this world. So she went from town to town reading her poems in little book shops, working part time in bars and making friends so strange she never thought the world has. She saw people being happy, rising their childrens, fall inlove and get married. but she also saw people more evil she ever expected, hitting, screaming, breaking, lying, even killing.
So once she asked a stranger, who weekly came to her bar, in this town she was about to leave - why did he think these things happen? Why people are so different?
And the man looked her straight in the eye and said: "it's because there are a lot of people out there, who don't really believe they have souls. And without a soul person is nothing, robot. I've seen you perform in Annie's shop, you are quite good actually, but you always sound amused, and people feel that. They feel you doubts in your voice, feel your heart in your words. But it's okay, girl. You have such a young soul, such a pretty one as a matter of fact. So make a lesson of everything your lifes throws at you. And never stop believing that you have a soul. And everything is gonna be alright. You will find what you are looking for. "
"I think i just did," she said smiling down on the stranger.
"Oh no girl, it's just the beginning, it always is."
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The night
Dear friend,
On the highroad with no lights on,
not making a sound.
I don't have a voice,
I don't have a breath.
The radio is on, but
my ears are long gone.
The night is as dark as
the lights let it be.
The stars are off, while
the night is way too black,
too strong,
they can't go through.
Wearing leather jacket,
although skin is all I have.
The heart is on power break,
the mind is on pause. relaxing.
The road will end,
the day will come,
I'll be alright.
On the highroad with no lights on,
not making a sound.
I don't have a voice,
I don't have a breath.
The radio is on, but
my ears are long gone.
The night is as dark as
the lights let it be.
The stars are off, while
the night is way too black,
too strong,
they can't go through.
Wearing leather jacket,
although skin is all I have.
The heart is on power break,
the mind is on pause. relaxing.
The road will end,
the day will come,
I'll be alright.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
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