You asked me what was wrong,
I smiled and said nothing
when you turned away, a tear came down and I whispered to myself
everything is.
And all she wants is just a little piece of this dream.
Is that too much to ask?
All she wants is just that something to hold into that's all she needs, with all her tiny heart.
If you hold it too close, too tightly, you can kill it.
But if you don't hold it close enough.
It can fly away...
Cuando era muy chica no me importaba ver de que manera estaba conformado el universo a mi alrededor.
No me interesaba en lo absoluto ni tratar de entender y tolerar la suciedad que lo rodea.
Pensaba... que no me servía para nada aprender algo que me hacía ver el mundo mucho mas complicado de lo que parecía ser.
Y no porque no quisiera, sino porque muchas veces no lo podía entender.
Simplemente,
cuando los números se materializan en una nueva imagen, las sombras de
mi entendimiento permitían a esa pieza cobrar vida realmente.
Fueron pocos momentos... muy pocos.
Those who says sunshine brings happiness
have never danced in the rain.
If only there was something that i could say
to make the sun shine and banish the rain away
if there were something i could do
it hurts me to think
that you're feeling so blue.
I'll be your umbrella, together we'll stand
to weather the storm,
I'll be holding your hand.
Took a picture of a tree in the backyard, close up. Natural Light. Got a few shots with
various angles and lighting. I really liked
this shot best out of the bunch.
The Hidden pain of the fallen tears.
Behind the smiles of the angels.
A haunting nightmare, of all the fears.
A world entrenched in torment, bearing all the pain.
Her dreams once held hope, wanting to be found.
Now left broken with ashes scattered on the ground.
A fragile heart echoes a silent sound.
As a frozen world begins to surround.
Okay a little bit mushy but I like it none the less. Poem still hasn't totally come true for me I'm still waiting but that's okay I know someday it'll all fall into place ...
"In this world, there is nothing I want or need, except for you."
When you first fall in love, it's supposed to be awful.
Awful, uncertain, scary, wonderful, confusing, enchanting experience filled with joy, excitement and emotional connection.
All at once.
That's how you know it's real.
You have to care deeply.
Passionately.
That hurts.
I know this isn't my best but I like it anyway...
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you wherever I go.
But I'm doin' it.
What hurts the most is being so close.
And having so much to say, to express and watching you walk away.
It's hard to force that smile when I see you while I'm alone.
Still harder, getting up, getting dressed, living with this remorse.
But I know if I could do it over.
I would trade, give away all the words that I kept in my heart.
Words I left unspoken.
I'm not afraid to cry every now and then.
Even though going on without you still upsets me.
There are days every now and again I pretend being ok.
But that's not what truly gets me.
“when you feel incapable of create a difference of making an impact
…remember that a single raindrop raises the entire ocean.”
Somewhere in the world, there's someone who dreams of your smile, and finds in your presence that life is meaningful and worth while. So, in moments of loneliness, remember it's true. Somebody, somewhere, is thinking of you.
In dreamer's hearts
each dream takes flight.
Soar high, oh soul, into the night sky's might and fly away.
I need you to understand this,
there are days when the moon hangs
like a silver wound above the world,
and I lift my eyes to its quiet radiance,
only to find your face hidden inside the light.
The autumn branches,
red with their slow surrender,
lean against my window,
and every leaf that falls
seems to carry your name
through the fading air.
When I reach toward the fire,
touching the brittle ash
or the scarred body of a dying log,
I discover the same truth,
everything returns to you.
The fragrance of rain, the gleam of metal,
the hush before evening,
the distant cry of migrating birds
all things become messengers,
small vessels crossing unseen seas,
sailing toward the undiscovered shores
of your waiting heart.
And yet love is not a prison.
If, little by little, your hands release mine,
mine will learn the language of letting go.
If your voice fades from my days,
I will not chase its echo.
If you forget me,
do not turn back in search of what was lost,
for memory, too, knows how to close its doors.
And if one day you grow weary of the winds
that move through my soul,
if you leave me standing
on the coastline of a heart
where I planted all my roots,
remember this
the roots you abandon will not die there.
At the appointed hour,
they will tear themselves from the earth,
become wings, become sails,
and journey toward another horizon.
But if each dawn you choose me again,
if every hour your tenderness finds its way home,
if every flower that opens
still carries the desire of my name,
then nothing in me will fade.
The fire will remain fire.
The light will remain light.
No season, no distance, no silence
will diminish what we have built.
For my love grows from yours
as rivers grow from rain,
and as long as your heart
continues to beat beside mine,
you will find me there holding your hands
with the certainty of roots,
and the devotion of stars that never abandon the sky.