Say a Little Prayer. . .

They pray for the lost souls to be found; Yet I, wish the found souls the adventure of getting lost once in a while!

Lighting up the darkness

Like a man who's lost his memory after a devastating accident, not knowing where he came from; how he looked and thought when he was an infant, a toddler, a child. Forgotten the turmoil of his puberty and laid by a strange hand in all the new, shallow, meaningless surroundings;

Such is the man who doesn't know the history of mankind...

12:00 a.m., A thoughtful night.

Reduce the pace

Slowness is sacred. Speed is preached best by the charlatans!

Blank eyes

Pain appears to me as a white ghost. I run after it just to look her in the eyes. But the eyes, they always disappear to blank.

Oh, if I could just have one second with those eyes, I could forever make a friend of pain.

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Step back from me, one or two or three. Live in the future of a present. That way only you may forget what made you hate the past.

4:16 AM- A cloudy moonless night...

The tall tree

One can never call the wind, evil; nor prove the thunder vicious; 

Rain pouring from the sky, is only rain; whether with a soft touch, or with ponderous steps;

But to become a tall tree you must have the courage to withstand them all; though you don't see malice indeed;

To become a tree, you must have the courage to be a tree...

12:57 am

Religion of Blood

I am a red liquid that travels inside your body. I am pure and honest to you, that's why I won't kill you. If you don't believe in me, cut yourself a little near skin, my red color never lies. I to you, am like a dog to his owner: loyal by all means. When needed, I'd even fight until the end for my utmost purity, because it is a fact, without a pure me, you'd go extinct in no time.

But, my loyalty doesn't just stop there. I am a hunter. I live beyond your time to follow those who shortened the life that was your right. From every drop that spills on the ground, my red shadows and ghosts arise; stalking those who murdered life, who murdered blood.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not after revenge, it is never my intention. I am just a dreadful reminder. Not that I look scary at all. Imagine the sight of the hideous action that needs to be forgotten, but it never does. That is why they are afraid of me. No; revenge is the last thing I want, but the unrighteous wants that more than remembrance.

I know you just don't believe in me, because you can't see me. But, I am, a red liquid inside your body, pure and loyal, a hunter, a stalker and a reminder. Beware, I can be a red ghost; Thou shalt not spill pure living blood!

Memoirs of a fool...

Tell me where the flame goes when you blow it off to your amusement; or how the leaf disappears after being drenched by the Autumn rain?
08.05.10

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She, a lady with hazel eyes which looked as those of  a cat, charmingly slanted upwards. Me, a fifteen year old girl discovering the joys of drawing. Saw her after many years I was supposed to. Her house was filled with many nice paintings. During the dinner I looked at one and said: "these paintings..." Her eyes sparkled, "yes?"... "are very simple to draw..." The smile on the painter's thin lips faded out instantly...

Memories come back to you very late; most of the time...

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