2012. február 28., kedd
Hope
There are some moments when I feel like I lost everything important to me and I feel like I lost my true self. There are a few minutes when I prefer to be invisible. Who makes me feel it, is the one who arouses deep emotions in me. I try to answer the questions, but I realize that there is no reason to ask, the answers are within me. If I feel lost, then there is the hope that all will be better. Happiness is always knocking when you do not expect it. Hope is a good thing, I do not want to lose it!
2012. február 27., hétfő
Sleep does not come easily
Walking, working, barely breathing
My thoughts, far away
Heart aching, mind racing
Sleep does not come easily, nor last long....
My thoughts, far away
Heart aching, mind racing
Sleep does not come easily, nor last long....
2012. február 26., vasárnap
Sometimes
Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say "I know you are not".
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I climbed up the door and opened the stairs,
Said my pajamas and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed and crawled into the light
All because you said me goodnight!
Said my pajamas and put on my prayers,
Then I turned off the bed and crawled into the light
All because you said me goodnight!
Have you got a brook in your little heart
Emily DickinsonHave you got a brook in your little heart
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
And nobody, knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
2012. február 24., péntek
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