I want to talk to you. I feel the wave in me taking me to different emotional oceans. I miss you. I suffer, but I am scared.Love.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
All in me
Scene:From 'Pursuit of Happyness'
Interviewer: "It wasn't as easy as it seems"
Will Smith: " Not at all, Sir"
Dedication/Commitment has the key to unlock miracles. It's possible.

Interviewer: "It wasn't as easy as it seems"
Will Smith: " Not at all, Sir"
Dedication/Commitment has the key to unlock miracles. It's possible.

Sunday, May 3, 2009
A walk in the dark...
Oh dear life O you. A million confusions of sense and futility - I feel tired, broken perhaps.
O dear time, should I tread in such darkness, or just lie here and wait for the light?
O dear life O you.

O dear time, should I tread in such darkness, or just lie here and wait for the light?
O dear life O you.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Chartsheet - 'social failure'
Bad health. Randomness. Out of life. Failure in mating. Discontinuity
in social affairs. Gloomy nights & frustrated breaths. Total failure of balance. Death.
The fear of the blood-ladies has its stories around these simple predictions or deductions. They can't be blamed for such a reaction. A stubborn ass has nothing else to initiate.
I need time. I feel the need to be free - the way I walk, and the way I'll die. I'll grow, and I may regret. But, in the end, it's the Light which I must seek. A breath under a cave, otherwise, is not very different from the one dancing together with a beloved.

in social affairs. Gloomy nights & frustrated breaths. Total failure of balance. Death.
The fear of the blood-ladies has its stories around these simple predictions or deductions. They can't be blamed for such a reaction. A stubborn ass has nothing else to initiate.
I need time. I feel the need to be free - the way I walk, and the way I'll die. I'll grow, and I may regret. But, in the end, it's the Light which I must seek. A breath under a cave, otherwise, is not very different from the one dancing together with a beloved.

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