18. London. Studying. I love writing... Hoping to get better at it! Enjoy...!
Crystal droplets falling on my palms, of the hands you sometimes held, with the hands I used to hold, those hands I no longer own. Yet I feel I belong.
You were the small branch of a patient tree, the longed flower which blossomed early that year, with an eternal sigh of agony, for it was to last.
On a tainted, marked canvas, soft strokes of oils, and colourless paint, undetermined curves, undefined shades. Sightless, no need for light, blind moves: An immaculate guide.
My eyes closing, restless and exhausted, in my mind a escape, in my eyes a cage, the walls began to close, the roof seems nearer now, the voices clearer now, the ringing loud, gasping for...
As his grasp loosened from my hand, as his eyes looked me one more time, I heard his wordless farewell, I felt the breathless pain, I felt his heart stop, and mine beat in vain..
I remember when we'd sit on the grass, and give the clouds shape, every twenty-fifth: Blue sky or rain, under a tree, Caviar and Champagne.
Laying in bed, your side still warm, the pillow marked and the covers thrown; the door slammed, now shut inside, wordless breaths, tearful prays, dark thoughts, forgetting the years.
Bring the light dawn promised, release his rays. Give the clouds shape again. Warm the wind to caress our cheek. Make the oceans rise once more, dance and glide once more.
Fishing for stars, haunting the wind, hoping to some day carry them within, before men destroy them too, its too late for the trees, but I'll take the sun, I'll come back for the moon, and to watch...
Walking down the path the stones formed, each one with a name, underneath nothing left. Stepping on the grass that will soon be yours: Where all the shadows will stand.
I am the moon, far behind, lighting up the darkness you left when you parted my side. But I, without you, cannot shine, for my flare is but a reflection of your rays. Of your smile. Your eyes.
Why cry, Over a life, Why cry, If it brought you joy, Why cry, Over her body, Why cry, And wet her bow. "I cry, because she'll miss me, I cry, because she needs me. I cry her tears I cry those years.
The wind is strong, stronger than men, stronger than what they have created. The wind is soft, softer than the softest hands, softer than the silk those hands made.
I hold you in my hands and Pray. For all. For them. I follow the path Father taught, picking up each marble as I go, as my heart beats along. Uttering his hymn, echoing her song.
"I'm a typical girl deep down in my heart: Broken heel, broken nail: Grief, even tears. Broken heart: Not healed for years.
Rosy cheeks under the summer sun. Salty tears under the winter rain. Spreading my wings against the autumn wind. And a crushed flower in this late spring..
It's hard to watch your life walk away from you, not being able to grasp it in your hand. Your whole world spinning out of orbit, you're no longer their sun.
Reminiscing the various stories I truly believed when a child, I recalled too the very moments when I realised they were not exactly true.
Today a bird sung to me,. a flower opened its beauty for me,. a child was born and my name given to it,. the sun woke up just to shine upon me,. the wind came out to embrace me in its arms,.
Today… the day is bright, out there the sun is shinning, out there the wind is dancing. In here, the clouds are grey, there's no air to breathe.
I see them all stand calmly, thoughtful, sucking the life out of those cigarettes and spit their souls out with a blow; just like those around them do to them, to us, to everyone-It's their way to...
I had a happy day Fun and hype Did things I could regret And said things I wish had not They brought me pains and cheers They gave me life and soul For all the things I do Will always bring me so...
I wish the air could be blown away, the waters would lift and disappear into thin air, the earth would sink. And drown. And end. And fire be left, fire to burn the rest. There will be nothing then.
In our hands we hold the candle which lights our way; in our hearts, the fire to keep it burning..