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Sinking slowly, the balloon makes an effort to fly again. But the weight is too much. Oxygen not enough. So it hovers there delicately, sliding downwards with each day that passes.
A blank sheet of paper stares at me. It bores holes into my poor soul. I pick up an ink pen and kill it, Scribbling furiously, out of control.
Its been a while my long lost companions - I guess thats what exams do to you. Stress, halls filled with students flipping pages looking confused, stunned or just overly confident.
Hello again, and today is Thursday, November 8, 2012. Do you ever get that feeling that a million ideas are just flying around in your head. Ideas flying around like bees near a flower.
Quiet.
Happily together our song is sung, In the form of beautiful words upon paper To treasure and keep for years to come Never to be opened until much later.
I've tried contacting you, But you ignore me like you do. Like a anchor you pull me down. Unable able to move on, I'm still around. I just need to here why from you. Was it something I said.
When I write poems about you. I write with ink because. Pencils actually erase themselves if you ignore them for too long. And ballpoint pens sometimes run out.
I live by the (S)word I'll stab your heart with the word I'll use them to take over the world You can live by the knife The words will always infect your life Believe you have a different...
The seasons on Earth are reflections of the seasons of life for each soul. Childhood: Spring When a child is brought into the world, fresh, full of enthusiasm and growing fast.
Tomorrow I'll be attending my first patient, A case i've been preparing for months now from scratch, I shall be in the operating theatre, At half past two for a case that is due to finish in 5 hours.
Objects sparkle and shine. They shimmer like my grandmother's sweater that she only wears on half good days.
When it comes to strength and motivation, I like to speak in metaphors because they are a good way to get a wholesome look of the situation.
Extract: "So right now, still sitting on my floor, while random tunes play through my Angry Birds iPod dock, from Khailash Kher to The Game, through to Mohammed Rafi and Mariah Carey, one of the two...
What if the world was a cube. What if that cube of life and beautiful things had eight points that held a mountain in each.