Δευτέρα 20 Φεβρουαρίου 2012

20/02/12

I'm just sitting here.. waiting for it to happen.
Wait, what is 'it'? What am I waiting for really?
I go over memories again and again. Over analyzing things that could have been and things I should have done. Nonetheless, I will agree with the infamous phrase that 'everything happens for a reason'.
I've been feeling so weak yet so strong lately. I can hardly explain it. Experiencing strong emotions can take its' toll on the way you perceive ethics, justice.. life in general.
I have changed in so many ways yet stayed the same in others. I don't know if what I'm going through is some sort of a phase.. some hormonal outrage.. all I know is that I can't sit still.
I'm so curious at times.. this extent of curiosity has a shaded limit that drives me crazy. I often feel that I am not myself. That I'm talking and speaking with words that I can't feel for the majority of the time.
When I laugh, bend rules, read various forms of literature, view art, listen to special music, wipe away tears, hug those who need it .. I feel free. I feel that this is what life is about.
I just feel so confused because this perception of what life should be like is not compatible to what most have in mind. Does that make me ''wrong''?

Παρασκευή 10 Φεβρουαρίου 2012

Freedom's Weather

A breath. It all begins with a breath. It all ends with one.

A sigh. You express your fear with a sigh. You lay exhausted from a long day with a sigh.

A beautiful being often comes to the surface to greet me.

Bittersweet memories are engraved in this poor human mind.

All of me desires to hold her, to kiss her and tell her things are fine.

All of me desires to see her cry; a profound miracle, a sense so divine.

I can never be a part of her movements, her thoughts.

Her thoughts expressed in the form of poetry, music and words.

Words so powerful, they make me want to disappear and burn.

Only her tears can let me in; only her fears can set me free.

Life is not a puzzle – life is a puzzle piece.

If I have learnt one thing along the way, it is to leave others gracefully with love

If I have kept one thing along the way, it is to learn how to release from my grasp, the dreams from above.

This being cannot grow if I am around.

I am a curse. I am an unwanted sound.

This being cannot value the experiences in life if my presence is near .

I am here, I’ll always be here.

This being cannot sprout wings and fly with freedom embedded in every feather if I don’t let her go.

I can’t foresee freedom’s weather. I can’t foresee tomorrow . Online Users