Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending!I am a simple, seemingly quiet person wishing to make the most out of life's beautiful (and not so beautiful) things. I think a lot and learn a lot by thinking...sometimes too much for my own good. Try not to take me by face value. I'm a strong believer in love and the inner goodness of mankind (hey! Stop rolling your eyes!), it's rare perhaps, but it IS there! At this point I've stopped trying to figure out how people function, and have decided instead to live for the moment, and go where life takes me. So far, despite the obstacles and setbacks, life has been kind....and in every moment there are so many memories waiting to happen! Is life fair? No. But as a wise friend of mine once said....pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional! So my advice to all those struggling with life: Smile and breathe through each day! Life will unfold in due course.....Sometimes one overlooks the fact that although life is with us, WE are not with life. For now, I live each moment as if it is my last...so that in every moment I can rediscover and appreciate life in all its complexities.
Sometimes late at night simply i can’t sleep Thinking about my innocence is no longer to mine to keep Somwhat like the worst nightmare one can’t imagine Dreary days are steadily approaching, bad memories trailing behind Its not only me,
Drowned in unclogged arteries: thoughts. I am going to release a swarm of bees. It was your dark hour. A father sits outside your body to collect the stings. A restive finger on a blue gun invites the ghosts to
The path was becoming pathless after seeking the deluge. Gunslingers were climbing on trees to shoot the white doves. There were ice needles in my eyes to check the inheritance of height. Desires move with a feline grace, lynx-eyed. You
Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a
Melancholic – she be described He says, turn the curve my child Dances she, feet on thorn Refashion thy scorn Darkness, she, into the wild Beloved, behold – nature beguiled Cries she – eyes dry Withhold, let me sigh Not