In.
Out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Every waking moment,
breathe,
breathe.
Every resting moment,
breathe,
breathe.
Kiss goodbye to
endless searchings and wonderings;
let breathing and feeling in
once more.
Take a moment,
inhale and exhale;
breathe in life,
and feel alive.
As long as you are living,
keep breathing.
In.
Out.
Breathe.
4.19.2009
4.13.2009
Masquerade
Every morning,
alarm clock squeaking;
she wakes, rubs her eyes
looks into the mirror.
Each morning,
Dressing up and dressing down;
she asks herself the same question:
Which mask should I put on today?
All mornings,
mask-picking and concealing;
she puts on the happy mask,
steps into the glamorous masquerade.
All days,
circling and swirling;
she blends into the masked regal crowd,
greets everyone with her merry mask.
Some ask:
who is she?
Another answer:
Just another smiley girl,
like everyone else in the masquerade.
This morning,
mind conflicting and colliding;
she asks herself :
Why do I need to put on a mask everyday?
For one morning,
mask-forgotten and abandoned;
she stays unmasked,
steps into the flashy masquerade.
This day,
quieting and observing;
garnish light opened her eyes,
see through the wicked soul disguised underneath.
Today,
mask-removing and revealing;
harshness and distortion exposed,
she walks away from the chaos.
Some ask:
who is that girl?
She answers:
Just a girl,
does not belong to the masquerade.
alarm clock squeaking;
she wakes, rubs her eyes
looks into the mirror.
Each morning,
Dressing up and dressing down;
she asks herself the same question:
Which mask should I put on today?
All mornings,
mask-picking and concealing;
she puts on the happy mask,
steps into the glamorous masquerade.
All days,
circling and swirling;
she blends into the masked regal crowd,
greets everyone with her merry mask.
Some ask:
who is she?
Another answer:
Just another smiley girl,
like everyone else in the masquerade.
This morning,
mind conflicting and colliding;
she asks herself :
Why do I need to put on a mask everyday?
For one morning,
mask-forgotten and abandoned;
she stays unmasked,
steps into the flashy masquerade.
This day,
quieting and observing;
garnish light opened her eyes,
see through the wicked soul disguised underneath.
Today,
mask-removing and revealing;
harshness and distortion exposed,
she walks away from the chaos.
Some ask:
who is that girl?
She answers:
Just a girl,
does not belong to the masquerade.
4.10.2009
Awarded
I received 2 blog awards awhile ago, and I must say I am very very thankful for them. thanks all :)
This is from Tina of Luphia loves.
The Kreativ Blogger is from Sara of One Long Road.
And according to the rules, I must pass the award on to 7 bloggers that I love, for different reasons. For the recipients, be sure to do the same and to tag seven others and let them know that they have won.
Here's the list:
1. Fine little love
2. some required
3. Daydream Lily
4. Sweet dream till sunbeams find me
5. Darjeeling Dreams
6. The Drifter and the Gypsy
7. the sunset Palette
Happy Easter everyone. xx
This is from Tina of Luphia loves.
The Kreativ Blogger is from Sara of One Long Road.
And according to the rules, I must pass the award on to 7 bloggers that I love, for different reasons. For the recipients, be sure to do the same and to tag seven others and let them know that they have won.
Here's the list:
1. Fine little love
2. some required
3. Daydream Lily
4. Sweet dream till sunbeams find me
5. Darjeeling Dreams
6. The Drifter and the Gypsy
7. the sunset Palette
Happy Easter everyone. xx
4.04.2009
You and me
There are six billion of others,
five big oceans,
four seaons,
three miles of distance,
and two of us.
World is big,
capacity is small;
only for two,
you and me.
Visions diminish,
diminishing till it allows to see one;
the only one.
Smelling turns monotonus,
for there's solely flowers
and your skin.
Hearing becomes dry,
only laughters and our merry voices;
nothing more.
Senses slowly lose its memory,
your touch is the only
remains untouched.
Taste rejects other flavour,
savouring wholly the sweet words
from you.
There are six billion of others,
five big oceans,
four seaons,
three miles of distance,
two of us,
and only one love.
five big oceans,
four seaons,
three miles of distance,
and two of us.
World is big,
capacity is small;
only for two,
you and me.
Visions diminish,
diminishing till it allows to see one;
the only one.
Smelling turns monotonus,
for there's solely flowers
and your skin.
Hearing becomes dry,
only laughters and our merry voices;
nothing more.
Senses slowly lose its memory,
your touch is the only
remains untouched.
Taste rejects other flavour,
savouring wholly the sweet words
from you.
There are six billion of others,
five big oceans,
four seaons,
three miles of distance,
two of us,
and only one love.
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