... I want to walk on the beach of my life and I can turn without having to find the footprints of my past, but keeping them only in my memory, and instead enjoy the fresh mousse that caresses my next steps ...
TM
Friday, August 28, 2009
How To Get Free Mount
the beach of my desires
... I want to walk on the beach of my life and I can turn without having to find the footprints of my past, but keeping them only in my memory, and instead enjoy the fresh mousse that caresses my next steps ...
TM
... I want to walk on the beach of my life and I can turn without having to find the footprints of my past, but keeping them only in my memory, and instead enjoy the fresh mousse that caresses my next steps ...
TM
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
House Warming Bible Versus
The wings of the heart
holidays come to an end, and a new wave of thoughts invade your mind. They are weak, fuzzy, indefinite, but they hide behind the mask of apparent confidence that it drags the past few days of sunshine.
I'm really not sure what people want me to be? I'm really pursuing my desires, or something that somehow they come true, I just hope in a radical turn of events?
I'm fooling myself? I need to know, because new questions crowd my mind, now that my life is at a turning point in this step so important in this new self-awareness, I feel uncertain, and proceed by closing my eyes, trying to save the apprenze.
I ask myself if what we see is really what I want, but do not expect the answer, and my feet and proceed to the endless void of my feelings towards anything that has the semblance of a stable ground, but my feet feel like quicksand , where I continue to sink, without shouting, just waiting for a hand that takes me away, not even knowing if it will arrive, but continued to live for that hope.
But I'm really conscious of my words? I am aware of my feelings or I walk this land is very stable under my feet and the feeling of emptiness belongs instead to the rapid rise in my heart that takes me high, beyond doubt, for me to rediscover what I thought be lost forever?
In any case, the vacuum is at my feet, and not enough certainty to feel safe, my feet groping in the void, and not decide whether to surrender, or fight, because I could not control "what" I'm struggling. Maybe myself, and my constant questions, or perhaps the indifference that I'm afraid my heart take before my dreams, and trying to harness it could fall, fall forever. So what to do? Continue to fluctuate in doubt, waiting to see what is saving me or at me is condemned, but in doubt to wither my dreams and hope.
TM
holidays come to an end, and a new wave of thoughts invade your mind. They are weak, fuzzy, indefinite, but they hide behind the mask of apparent confidence that it drags the past few days of sunshine. I'm really not sure what people want me to be? I'm really pursuing my desires, or something that somehow they come true, I just hope in a radical turn of events?
I'm fooling myself? I need to know, because new questions crowd my mind, now that my life is at a turning point in this step so important in this new self-awareness, I feel uncertain, and proceed by closing my eyes, trying to save the apprenze.
I ask myself if what we see is really what I want, but do not expect the answer, and my feet and proceed to the endless void of my feelings towards anything that has the semblance of a stable ground, but my feet feel like quicksand , where I continue to sink, without shouting, just waiting for a hand that takes me away, not even knowing if it will arrive, but continued to live for that hope.
But I'm really conscious of my words? I am aware of my feelings or I walk this land is very stable under my feet and the feeling of emptiness belongs instead to the rapid rise in my heart that takes me high, beyond doubt, for me to rediscover what I thought be lost forever?
In any case, the vacuum is at my feet, and not enough certainty to feel safe, my feet groping in the void, and not decide whether to surrender, or fight, because I could not control "what" I'm struggling. Maybe myself, and my constant questions, or perhaps the indifference that I'm afraid my heart take before my dreams, and trying to harness it could fall, fall forever. So what to do? Continue to fluctuate in doubt, waiting to see what is saving me or at me is condemned, but in doubt to wither my dreams and hope.
TM
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