i heard your voice even before i set eyes on you.
it was this voice that drew me to you in the very beginning.
it rang with sublime serenity......with eternal wisdom.
the voice of reason, i used to say to myself.
this voice is still etched in my memory..... four months after i last heard it.
i still hear everything you used to tell me somehow.. though you are no longer by my side.
the explanations..
the encouragements..
the truth.
most times, it makes me yearn and hope in vain.
on rare occasions, it saves my sanity.
the memory of your voice fills my mind with light in my darkest hours.
i will never forget your voice nor will i forget the lessons.
even if i love you's uttered have long faded into echoes.......i will carry your voice with me.
soundless as it may be.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Over Love
I have always been the girl who was in love with love.
until now.
for once in my life, i am tired of it.
this concept that has been a source of happiness and fulfillment for almost thirteen years of my life is now buried at the deepest recesses of my mind.
i have fallen out of love with love..
AND it is a good thing.
until now.
for once in my life, i am tired of it.
this concept that has been a source of happiness and fulfillment for almost thirteen years of my life is now buried at the deepest recesses of my mind.
i have fallen out of love with love..
AND it is a good thing.
Friday, September 28, 2007
Grey's is Back!
Change.
We don’t like it.
We fear it..... but we can't stop it from coming.
We either adapt to change or we get left behind.
And it hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying.
But here's the truth: the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Sometimes, change is good.
And sometimes, oh, sometimes... change is everything.
We don’t like it.
We fear it..... but we can't stop it from coming.
We either adapt to change or we get left behind.
And it hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesn’t is lying.
But here's the truth: the more things change, the more they stay the same.
Sometimes, change is good.
And sometimes, oh, sometimes... change is everything.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
In love with a vampire..
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible.
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but passes it does.
Even for me.
And yet, I found I could survive.
I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable.
I could live through it.
It didn't feel like the pain had weaken over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
~ Bella Swan, Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer
Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but passes it does.
Even for me.
And yet, I found I could survive.
I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable.
I could live through it.
It didn't feel like the pain had weaken over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.
When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
~ Bella Swan, Twilight Series by Stephenie Meyer
Friday, September 21, 2007
Strangers now..
there is no comfort in your strangeness.
because once upon a time we were anything but strangers.
and now i look at pictures of you from a time you are no longer mine.
now i see you smiling to somebody else on the other side of the camera.
i have been dreaming of you the past few days...i cry in my sleep...and i wake up spent.
work is a drag these days. i despise it more and more. i smoke to ignore my discontent. i long for alcohol to erase the memories.....i yearn for a pill that will make me happy.
when will i remember without pain?
i need a hug.
if only i could talk to you again..
because once upon a time we were anything but strangers.
and now i look at pictures of you from a time you are no longer mine.
now i see you smiling to somebody else on the other side of the camera.
i have been dreaming of you the past few days...i cry in my sleep...and i wake up spent.
work is a drag these days. i despise it more and more. i smoke to ignore my discontent. i long for alcohol to erase the memories.....i yearn for a pill that will make me happy.
when will i remember without pain?
i need a hug.
if only i could talk to you again..
3 months sober
And I don’t know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing’s real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I’ve been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me
Three months and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it’s never really over
And I don’t know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won’t worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time
Three months and I’m still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in
but I know it’s never really over, no
Wake up
Three months and I’m still standing here
Three months and I’m getting better yeah
Three months and I still am
Three months and it’s still harder now
Three months I’ve been living here without you now
Three months yeah, three months
Three months and I’m still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up
Three months and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing’s real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I’ve been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me
Three months and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
But I know it’s never really over
And I don’t know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road I might catch a glimpse of me
So I won’t worry about my timing, I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing, no not this time
Three months and I’m still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in
but I know it’s never really over, no
Wake up
Three months and I’m still standing here
Three months and I’m getting better yeah
Three months and I still am
Three months and it’s still harder now
Three months I’ve been living here without you now
Three months yeah, three months
Three months and I’m still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up
Three months and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Child of the Dark
the sun has set but i am just beginning.
like a vampire famished.....craving for blood.
i feed myself to the 'wolves' once again.
strange faces. strange voices.
deafening sound.
unbearable madness.
still i smile......and i lie.
will i find peace in chaos?
i miss the silence. i miss the solitude.
i miss you.
like a vampire famished.....craving for blood.
i feed myself to the 'wolves' once again.
strange faces. strange voices.
deafening sound.
unbearable madness.
still i smile......and i lie.
will i find peace in chaos?
i miss the silence. i miss the solitude.
i miss you.
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