It feels like a new day.
New beginnings. Why?
There are no old bills to pay
but only memories of lost friends.
To dwell on those is easy
and to move on is unthinkable.
To piece your life back together
is a brave thing to consider.
It is a new day
and things run as they do
without any control from you.
It is a new day.
I tend to over-complicate things... Life is wonderful in its grays and yellows but sometimes I see in monochrome. I use this space to calm down and see the world in its true colors.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Future versus Past
The only good day was yesterday.
The only happy day was yesterday.
The only clear day was yesterday.
Things tend to get worse;
we expect goodness
and out comes horror.
I look back and I see goodness.
I look into the future
and I see darkness.
One day, my today will be in the past.
That day,
I will see goodness in it
at last.
Amber died
He was a beautiful creature. So kind and understanding. He knew humans well, he knew when they felt bad or when they felt sad. He was smarter than most of them but never showed off. He was a beautiful soul and lived his life with integrity and dignity. He was better than most humans, cleaner in his thoughts and actions. He was a great friend.
Rest in peace.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Tell me what you think.
Time folds on itself
and I see myself twenty years from now
looking at me today.
Nothing much changes around.
But me.
Older, I see my despair at being better.
Older, I see my attempt at success.
Older, I see I should've paid more attention
at what I had.
Time seeps through my fingers like sand
but nature is constant in its wisdom.
Older, I see that time is meaningless.
Older, I see it so clearer.
Older, I see.
and I see myself twenty years from now
looking at me today.
Nothing much changes around.
But me.
Older, I see my despair at being better.
Older, I see my attempt at success.
Older, I see I should've paid more attention
at what I had.
Time seeps through my fingers like sand
but nature is constant in its wisdom.
Older, I see that time is meaningless.
Older, I see it so clearer.
Older, I see.
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