Friday, 31 July 2009
Wise Wilde...
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He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.
Oscar Wilde
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He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.
Oscar Wilde
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A Lesson..
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They say the songs of the blind are sad because they show the listener things their eyes cannot see
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They say the songs of the blind are sad because they show the listener things their eyes cannot see
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Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Too Light to Stay...
It is a choice that we make within the lifestyles we lead, to keep ourselves busy, absorbed and always haunted by the perpetual voices of what there is left to do. Therefore, it is only natural that to allow this deepening preoccupation to continue, in which we bury ourselves, we find that from time to time, we need a break, a refreshed view, ready to face it all once again.
The fact that it has become an obsessive necessity to submerge ourselves in a few days of peaceful rest away from our everyday norm, is an obvious sign that within the recesses of our quashed subconscious minds and souls, we are more aware of our original states in which we were made to walk this earth than we seem to accept.
It is time that accumulates, that weighs heavy upon our selves. It is within the time passed that we create our shield, our armour and our mask. And it is time that we leave behind. Her roped strands are gradually drawn away and all that is left is the dust carried by the winds.
Nested worries and rooted needs transform into states dealt with an ease and a natural flare. Emotions and ideas are no longer opposed but entwined in a union previously forgotten. A union that is the purest to be found.
And it is in nakedness that we return.
Unattached, unaware and floating newly born, it becomes easy to simply 'be'.
The fact that it has become an obsessive necessity to submerge ourselves in a few days of peaceful rest away from our everyday norm, is an obvious sign that within the recesses of our quashed subconscious minds and souls, we are more aware of our original states in which we were made to walk this earth than we seem to accept.
It is time that accumulates, that weighs heavy upon our selves. It is within the time passed that we create our shield, our armour and our mask. And it is time that we leave behind. Her roped strands are gradually drawn away and all that is left is the dust carried by the winds.
Nested worries and rooted needs transform into states dealt with an ease and a natural flare. Emotions and ideas are no longer opposed but entwined in a union previously forgotten. A union that is the purest to be found.
And it is in nakedness that we return.
Unattached, unaware and floating newly born, it becomes easy to simply 'be'.
Monday, 27 July 2009
In lost forms we rise..
Within the traced lines
Upon my skin
I slowly lose the feeling of 'why'.
Remain blurred edges, of an existence before
Of the memories held close
And the fire within my blood,
Whilst a sculpted form drowns,
Only a ripple left in time
Draped in the mockery of lies.
And with each wavering stroke,
Crushed fingertips loosen their hold
Sinking in through their palms.
Grotesque and alone
A standing statment to remind
For those who start to forget..
Upon my skin
I slowly lose the feeling of 'why'.
Remain blurred edges, of an existence before
Of the memories held close
And the fire within my blood,
Whilst a sculpted form drowns,
Only a ripple left in time
Draped in the mockery of lies.
And with each wavering stroke,
Crushed fingertips loosen their hold
Sinking in through their palms.
Grotesque and alone
A standing statment to remind
For those who start to forget..
Sunday, 12 July 2009
A Transcript..
"Coincidences happen.. But what about the coincidences that brought me to you in the first place?
Einstein once said that coincidences are God's way of remaining anonymous.."
So strikingly phrased, it is a reminder of our intertwined lives and how destiny shall always play its role. Perhaps if need be, God shall hear our prayers to change what may or may not have been writ before, and with His blessings, nudge our paths to our dreams and let them join, unified, and complete.
An Extract
"Sometimes at night he woke from bizarre dreams and whispered to himself, 'Careful, careful.' Be careful of chaos, of silence, of words, of other people, of myself..."
Friday, 10 July 2009
Give Way...
We make friends in life and sometimes we invest so much of ourselves and so deeply in others that we feel we almost have a claim over them. A possession almost. A jealousy. Wanting them for ourselves.
I finally understand the power of our emotions and the bonds that we create. To receive, we must give, but what happens when we feel we've already given our all, but are still waiting for even the smallest sign that they are still there. Ours. For life. Never swayed despite the attractions on the side. The sin of delight. The delight in sin. Or perhaps it is the creations within our minds that hides the truth of no sin indulged in at all. Perhaps it is in imagination alone that we have lived our lives, in our dreams of late, and it was lies that smiled our souls to sleep.
From this point forward, I just don't care..
Or do I?..
I finally understand the power of our emotions and the bonds that we create. To receive, we must give, but what happens when we feel we've already given our all, but are still waiting for even the smallest sign that they are still there. Ours. For life. Never swayed despite the attractions on the side. The sin of delight. The delight in sin. Or perhaps it is the creations within our minds that hides the truth of no sin indulged in at all. Perhaps it is in imagination alone that we have lived our lives, in our dreams of late, and it was lies that smiled our souls to sleep.
From this point forward, I just don't care..
Or do I?..
This One's for Me...
Kun saath chu insaan wetsan wadun magar pai chunna aasaan kih, ye kyaazi chu gasaan. Kabhar dillas menz maa chu thyuth kath aasan kus chu emis ander phutrouwan, magar ye kath chunna emis ti pai aasan kih, ye kya hekh esith.
Im cheez chu khetith rozan. Paansi nish chu khetith rozan.
Khabar beyis ma legh pai beysund dillas menz kus kath chu kus chu emis wadnauwan..
Aaz zan phetus. Kah gus bruhkin eun, myoon ath ratun, bei me kun wuchith wanun myaanin uchin menz kyaaz chu ush wasaan.. bei be kath cheezas chas pyaaran..
Im cheez chu khetith rozan. Paansi nish chu khetith rozan.
Khabar beyis ma legh pai beysund dillas menz kus kath chu kus chu emis wadnauwan..
Aaz zan phetus. Kah gus bruhkin eun, myoon ath ratun, bei me kun wuchith wanun myaanin uchin menz kyaaz chu ush wasaan.. bei be kath cheezas chas pyaaran..
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Just that Once...
Things happen and there's nothing you can do. It's not something that you can control once your foot steps over the edge and you've tumbled down into an abyss of the unknown.
At the end of the day, I think what we want most are answers to whatever questions there may be that keep haunting us, even whilst we sleep. Whilst we dream. And more-so whilst we fall. We want to understand, to learn, and to accept the intentions behind those hands that pushed us. Still yearning for light's hope of the warmth of spoken truth, we find ourselves absently floating into an empty space, waiting, and waiting alone. Drowning within the dark hole, our hearts silently surround, and we take refuge in what we imagine our fearful ends to be.
I wonder what's on the other side...
At the end of the day, I think what we want most are answers to whatever questions there may be that keep haunting us, even whilst we sleep. Whilst we dream. And more-so whilst we fall. We want to understand, to learn, and to accept the intentions behind those hands that pushed us. Still yearning for light's hope of the warmth of spoken truth, we find ourselves absently floating into an empty space, waiting, and waiting alone. Drowning within the dark hole, our hearts silently surround, and we take refuge in what we imagine our fearful ends to be.
I wonder what's on the other side...
Monday, 6 July 2009
Giving Thanks...
Thank you. Thank You. THANK YOU!
They do say that if at first you don't succeed, then try, try and try again.. I certainly did that!
Alhamdulillah :)
They do say that if at first you don't succeed, then try, try and try again.. I certainly did that!
Alhamdulillah :)
Sunday, 5 July 2009
Rejuvenated Soul...
To spend time away from all that we are used to, amongst those who seek the same as ourselves, all gathered for a common goal, we stand blessed, as hoards of angels stand at our sides.
From time to time, we find that we need that push, that atmosphere of peace and love and the thirst to seek the truth, to finally allow ourselves the chance to flourish and be. A chance to soak in the words, their shine apparent in our faces and dancing from our eyes; a clarity of the soul in the darkness of the night.
It is then that we can stand alone in the silence, at the time when our own heartbeats are the sounds within our ears, that the words can silently permeate our souls, their life infusing into our minds as we succumb to the power it holds.
Rising from one dream and standing in the next, listen with your ears but witness with your heart, as the truth whispers from your tongue, softly shaped and piercingly heard. Understand its beauty whilst time is running out. And when obligation turns into choice, lift off the veils and taste a purity that only the secrets of shadows cast by a darkened sky, can show without the searching light of day. A hidden deed. A higher reward.
Let us not concern ourselves with the waiting for the end. The end of the line, the end of the page. Let us be the ones to follow, and not the ones who are followed. Followed by our soul's true call. Left behind, forgotten, and waiting to be found.
At a measured pace and a lilting tone, let us stand and truly see. Let The Word be our witness. Let it become our shade. And even if you call, though it may be by mistake alone, know that your voice is always heard. Waited for. Rejoiced in, and loved.
Let your hearts feel shame, and may God be your friend.
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These past few days have been one of learning and re-inforcing, and most of all, of aiming to be the best me that there can be and letting the innocence that childhood brings to reaffirm my belief in the peace that we all hold in our souls, and the ability we all have to remain in the purity of love.
Why is it that as we grow older, our expressions of love seem to change? Children give so freely of themselves to others, their smiles lighting up their faces, their hugs more sincere, and their gaze enraptured as they walk amongst those who have that freedom of play. The freedom of not worrying about hidden smiles from those who fear to laugh and run as the children do. The freedom to give as easily as they receive.
I. I count myself amongst those who stand unafraid to express what lies within my heart. Without shame of my love, without cares for who sees, and that is why I feel truly free. Free to embrace, free to hold hands, and free to scramble up on to laps, in comfort and at peace, whilst others look on, amused and unaware of how easy love can be.
It's never too late to be free.
From time to time, we find that we need that push, that atmosphere of peace and love and the thirst to seek the truth, to finally allow ourselves the chance to flourish and be. A chance to soak in the words, their shine apparent in our faces and dancing from our eyes; a clarity of the soul in the darkness of the night.
It is then that we can stand alone in the silence, at the time when our own heartbeats are the sounds within our ears, that the words can silently permeate our souls, their life infusing into our minds as we succumb to the power it holds.
Rising from one dream and standing in the next, listen with your ears but witness with your heart, as the truth whispers from your tongue, softly shaped and piercingly heard. Understand its beauty whilst time is running out. And when obligation turns into choice, lift off the veils and taste a purity that only the secrets of shadows cast by a darkened sky, can show without the searching light of day. A hidden deed. A higher reward.
Let us not concern ourselves with the waiting for the end. The end of the line, the end of the page. Let us be the ones to follow, and not the ones who are followed. Followed by our soul's true call. Left behind, forgotten, and waiting to be found.
At a measured pace and a lilting tone, let us stand and truly see. Let The Word be our witness. Let it become our shade. And even if you call, though it may be by mistake alone, know that your voice is always heard. Waited for. Rejoiced in, and loved.
Let your hearts feel shame, and may God be your friend.
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These past few days have been one of learning and re-inforcing, and most of all, of aiming to be the best me that there can be and letting the innocence that childhood brings to reaffirm my belief in the peace that we all hold in our souls, and the ability we all have to remain in the purity of love.
Why is it that as we grow older, our expressions of love seem to change? Children give so freely of themselves to others, their smiles lighting up their faces, their hugs more sincere, and their gaze enraptured as they walk amongst those who have that freedom of play. The freedom of not worrying about hidden smiles from those who fear to laugh and run as the children do. The freedom to give as easily as they receive.
I. I count myself amongst those who stand unafraid to express what lies within my heart. Without shame of my love, without cares for who sees, and that is why I feel truly free. Free to embrace, free to hold hands, and free to scramble up on to laps, in comfort and at peace, whilst others look on, amused and unaware of how easy love can be.
It's never too late to be free.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
Bare for now...
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My room is my canvas.
My work is my paint.
And the dreams in my mind, the tools I create.
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My room is my canvas.
My work is my paint.
And the dreams in my mind, the tools I create.
As always, summer calls for a change and as new souls start to coyly weave their songs through the dances of light, I learn to listen to their beats and find my own rhythm in time. For now, I am to lay within an empty frame whilst the shadows from tonight leave their footprints as a trail, waiting to be found..
Sunday, 28 June 2009
Innocence...
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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake
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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake
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Friday, 26 June 2009
A Break...
In life, we may find at times that the expectations we hold of people are all but a farce, an invention from within our own minds. We build characters to suit our needs; to suit our vices.. In fact, just to suit ourselves.
Perhaps it is our need to be accepted for who we truly are that gives birth to these shadowed beings that we create. To be embraced for our souls, individual and unique, we ignore the real gap, the differences we hold, in both emotion and times; and we join each side with a thin and fraying string, upon which we place their persona, fashioned from hope, to be amongst those who allow, even to accede, and wholly partake in our joy.
Although there are some that lay content within the rules imposed on the very way that we think, there are others who have outgrown the ideologies and the acceptable way of being in the way that culture ordains them to behave. If we do not stand guilty of breaking any laws God decrees, then we are able to remain firm in our faith, that we have done no wrong, and it is here that we draw the line. Generations will slowly come to understand that the children who were born of their wombs, have made no mistake in the decisions they make, and in God's eyes, they are blessed if their hearts remain to be pure. God alone knows the whisperings of our hearts and if indeed the changes that we no longer hide, remains in heed of His truth.
Resigned to our binds, we allow old ways to weave their hold until our hearts choices let us finally be who we were born to be, in a journey of acceptance and joy.
I pray that my heart remains firm in my goals and the changes I make, whether misunderstood or dismissed, are all for Gods way alone. Let Him be my strength in the journeys we are yet to take and let Him guide me to the truth and keep me there, always.
It's time to make a break..
Perhaps it is our need to be accepted for who we truly are that gives birth to these shadowed beings that we create. To be embraced for our souls, individual and unique, we ignore the real gap, the differences we hold, in both emotion and times; and we join each side with a thin and fraying string, upon which we place their persona, fashioned from hope, to be amongst those who allow, even to accede, and wholly partake in our joy.
Although there are some that lay content within the rules imposed on the very way that we think, there are others who have outgrown the ideologies and the acceptable way of being in the way that culture ordains them to behave. If we do not stand guilty of breaking any laws God decrees, then we are able to remain firm in our faith, that we have done no wrong, and it is here that we draw the line. Generations will slowly come to understand that the children who were born of their wombs, have made no mistake in the decisions they make, and in God's eyes, they are blessed if their hearts remain to be pure. God alone knows the whisperings of our hearts and if indeed the changes that we no longer hide, remains in heed of His truth.
Resigned to our binds, we allow old ways to weave their hold until our hearts choices let us finally be who we were born to be, in a journey of acceptance and joy.
I pray that my heart remains firm in my goals and the changes I make, whether misunderstood or dismissed, are all for Gods way alone. Let Him be my strength in the journeys we are yet to take and let Him guide me to the truth and keep me there, always.
It's time to make a break..
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Fly High...
Whether they are ambitions and goals we wish to achieve, or the flickering pictures we see within our mind behind closed eyelids when we sleep, both are considered to be 'dreams'; both states of mind that can be characterised by abstraction and a release from reality.
Each night that I lay in bed, recounting the days events and thinking through each thought, I wonder at the power of the mind and our ability to create. I eagerly anticipate my sleep, thrilled to see what my subconscious empowers me to achieve. To discover. To enjoy. Images and ideas in play with a vividness of life that only the darkness can bring, formed from the half-truths seen in the light of day and longing thoughts to embody each fantasy and dream.
For some, there is only a thin veil that separates our hearts desires from becoming the reality we wish to attain. To look from either side of the divide is to live but only half a life, neither complete and never content. It is our passioned devotion to the voice of our hearts that allows us to achieve our goals. And in finding the strength to lift our own veils, each world can combine and we will find ourselves to be free.
But most of the time, I dream that I can fly..
Each night that I lay in bed, recounting the days events and thinking through each thought, I wonder at the power of the mind and our ability to create. I eagerly anticipate my sleep, thrilled to see what my subconscious empowers me to achieve. To discover. To enjoy. Images and ideas in play with a vividness of life that only the darkness can bring, formed from the half-truths seen in the light of day and longing thoughts to embody each fantasy and dream.
For some, there is only a thin veil that separates our hearts desires from becoming the reality we wish to attain. To look from either side of the divide is to live but only half a life, neither complete and never content. It is our passioned devotion to the voice of our hearts that allows us to achieve our goals. And in finding the strength to lift our own veils, each world can combine and we will find ourselves to be free.
But most of the time, I dream that I can fly..
Spoken in Time...
Se che gindaan - She's playing..
There remains only two people left in the world who truly understand the meaning behind those simple words sobbed out by a mere child. Afraid of the stranger that was in fact the idolised hero of later life, the stranger sadly let their beloved angel go, but hoping that their time would come.
It did.
But there is so much I wish I could have changed.. So much I wish I had said before time finally sighed her last..
And why did I remember this today? I don't know. But at least now I can never forget.
Are whispered words into the night enough? Please tell me they are..
I pray that my voice may be carried by the winds to be heard by the one whom I still fear to see.. I hope it is you that will one day take me there and I know you will be my strength and hold me as I regain my soul, finally having spoken to the one I love, who can only but listen to me weep from behind closed doors.
That day shall be marked with tears of rebirth and I truly believe in you to be the one to take me away, hand in hand, finally joyous and free...
There remains only two people left in the world who truly understand the meaning behind those simple words sobbed out by a mere child. Afraid of the stranger that was in fact the idolised hero of later life, the stranger sadly let their beloved angel go, but hoping that their time would come.
It did.
But there is so much I wish I could have changed.. So much I wish I had said before time finally sighed her last..
And why did I remember this today? I don't know. But at least now I can never forget.
Are whispered words into the night enough? Please tell me they are..
I pray that my voice may be carried by the winds to be heard by the one whom I still fear to see.. I hope it is you that will one day take me there and I know you will be my strength and hold me as I regain my soul, finally having spoken to the one I love, who can only but listen to me weep from behind closed doors.
That day shall be marked with tears of rebirth and I truly believe in you to be the one to take me away, hand in hand, finally joyous and free...
Words...
Words are spoken with deliberate force
And with a deliberate pause
As though relishing the taste of each lettered form
And each syllable and word that we impart
Goes out to dance and meet the world
And each dancer has one friend or more
To weave through time
In a particular line
And left for others to taste their sound
I wonder if the words we speak
Hang in time in each place we be
So that each time we open our mouth to talk
Or sing or debate and to recall
We leave an impression in the surrounding air
That like a cloud, enshrouds, ensnares
So when we seem to pluck a word
From the seemingly deceptive empty air
That word in fact was always there
Laying in wait
And waiting for use
Ageing with time
Yet spoken with care
And does us surround
All words ever said
As a testament of life
And of each prayer read
So that when you see shadows of the unspoken mind
It's the mist of the words that have fallen behind
Words with soul
And words of old
Such is the power
Of all that's been told
The power of words
And the power of time
The power we create
In each spoken line..
And with a deliberate pause
As though relishing the taste of each lettered form
And each syllable and word that we impart
Goes out to dance and meet the world
And each dancer has one friend or more
To weave through time
In a particular line
And left for others to taste their sound
I wonder if the words we speak
Hang in time in each place we be
So that each time we open our mouth to talk
Or sing or debate and to recall
We leave an impression in the surrounding air
That like a cloud, enshrouds, ensnares
So when we seem to pluck a word
From the seemingly deceptive empty air
That word in fact was always there
Laying in wait
And waiting for use
Ageing with time
Yet spoken with care
And does us surround
All words ever said
As a testament of life
And of each prayer read
So that when you see shadows of the unspoken mind
It's the mist of the words that have fallen behind
Words with soul
And words of old
Such is the power
Of all that's been told
The power of words
And the power of time
The power we create
In each spoken line..
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Further Ramblings...
I've never fully grasped society's concept of normality. We as humans are created to be individuals. Our differing gene structures and uniquely identifiable fingerprints are a testament to that, and whilst even identical twins may share exactly the same DNA, even they will vehemently argue that they are not 'the same'.
I wonder who it is that creates these ideals of what is to be considered the acceptable way of behaving, dressing, speaking, and living. Perhaps this is where culture shows its effect, as the code of living varies from region to region, and even between adjacent towns we see the 'conventional' rules starting to change. Perhaps we all are just afraid to stray from our fellow flock and have forgotten to be ourselves.
It is in children that we can regrasp the concept of what it is to truly be. Their minds young and untainted by societal restrictions, they speak the truth and act wholly from their free will. In them is an innocence no-one can deny and a freedom we all secretely yearn. Ofcourse, the importance of age cannot be forgotten for it gives us the wisdom of kind words and an even greater potential to give freely of ourselves in a manner far more useful to us all.
It is our experiences, emotions and our ideas that set us apart from one another, for no two people can live exactly the same life and therefore can never be the same. Even when we share corresponding ideals or hold similar views, whether it be on religion, theology or philosophy, we truly are unique. And we as humans should not perceive the norm to be one of those who is amongst the followers of the masses, but instead, we should learn to remain as individuals who listen to the truths of our souls to guide us to what makes our hearts truly sing, and in doing so, accept the new-found awareness of who we really are.
As my soul soothingy hums to me the tune of the life that I have learned to embrace, I stand content, unafraid of being me.
I wonder who it is that creates these ideals of what is to be considered the acceptable way of behaving, dressing, speaking, and living. Perhaps this is where culture shows its effect, as the code of living varies from region to region, and even between adjacent towns we see the 'conventional' rules starting to change. Perhaps we all are just afraid to stray from our fellow flock and have forgotten to be ourselves.
It is in children that we can regrasp the concept of what it is to truly be. Their minds young and untainted by societal restrictions, they speak the truth and act wholly from their free will. In them is an innocence no-one can deny and a freedom we all secretely yearn. Ofcourse, the importance of age cannot be forgotten for it gives us the wisdom of kind words and an even greater potential to give freely of ourselves in a manner far more useful to us all.
It is our experiences, emotions and our ideas that set us apart from one another, for no two people can live exactly the same life and therefore can never be the same. Even when we share corresponding ideals or hold similar views, whether it be on religion, theology or philosophy, we truly are unique. And we as humans should not perceive the norm to be one of those who is amongst the followers of the masses, but instead, we should learn to remain as individuals who listen to the truths of our souls to guide us to what makes our hearts truly sing, and in doing so, accept the new-found awareness of who we really are.
As my soul soothingy hums to me the tune of the life that I have learned to embrace, I stand content, unafraid of being me.
Today I Let it Go...
Everyone has their own fears and their own secret worries. Some of us choose to ignore it and manage to get by in life without anyone ever realising what it is that we hide, whilst the braver of us will try and face it head on and battle it out with their own selves. But mostly, we all need someone to guide us and hold our hands whilst we try to overcome that fear. We start that fight when we feel we must, but only because of that someone whom we hold close to our souls, even if they will never find out what you have fought so hard to achieve or why.
Is there always a logic behind the tremblings of our hearts? Is it something we can dissect and analyse and finally learn to accept? Perhaps. Perhaps not. A feeling of dread may be our only clue as to what it is that we subconsciously lean away from. However, after carefully immersing ourselves in the terrors that we manage to create and learning to find our peace, we may be finally be able to understand the intricate nature of our minds and the frightening associations that we hold. What we can be sure of knowing, is that if we look within ourselves, we can understand the reasons for why we need to triumph, and for who we want our victory.
For me, today happened to be the day I found my own way, with my thoughts of you keeping me content and smiling as each step took me closer to my goal.
I did it for you..
I wonder if you will ever know...
Is there always a logic behind the tremblings of our hearts? Is it something we can dissect and analyse and finally learn to accept? Perhaps. Perhaps not. A feeling of dread may be our only clue as to what it is that we subconsciously lean away from. However, after carefully immersing ourselves in the terrors that we manage to create and learning to find our peace, we may be finally be able to understand the intricate nature of our minds and the frightening associations that we hold. What we can be sure of knowing, is that if we look within ourselves, we can understand the reasons for why we need to triumph, and for who we want our victory.
For me, today happened to be the day I found my own way, with my thoughts of you keeping me content and smiling as each step took me closer to my goal.
I did it for you..
I wonder if you will ever know...
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