“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition”
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Part 2
Spring I see you but I don’t feel you. I just want to feel the presence of your sunshine like old times. Basking in your sunshine of love used to be a daily thing. Playing with each other’s emotions is what seems to be the new thing- sunny days with winter winds. Afraid to move fully into Spring mode so you are taking some Winter days with you.
But then again I understand it we never fully meet again
Friday, March 26, 2010
...it was temporary
How could you hold on tightly to something that doesn’t belong to you- there is always going to be fear in the mind that one day you have to give it back.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Unknown
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
....the difference
Monday, March 8, 2010
3.08.2010
I sometimes feel as if I carry a heavy burden on both my shoulders and in my heart- always putting other’s happiness before my own. I know that I worry too much about certain things and I guess that is a trait that I got from my mother. Sometimes I really do wish that I could just escape for a little bit and just worry about me for once. I never notice how stressed or unhappy I am until it's too late.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The unfinished dream