“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be;
and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
I sought, and soon discovered, the three head-stones on the slope next the moor
— the middle one, gray, and half buried in heath — Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss,
creeping up its foot — Heathcliff's still bare. I lingered round them, under that benign sky;
watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass;
and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Can you be an adjunct in a person's life?
Someone who people does not consider or give much importance.
Could you be the right person, but only at times ?
Is this a deficiency ?
Would that be right?
Should we learn how to accept our importance in the right moments ?
Or should we take more pride or self-esteem to the point of not accepting certain situations. ..
while i thought that i was learning how to live ,
i've been learning how to die.
- Da Vinci
what if I fall and hurt myself
would you know how to fix me?
what if I went and lost myself
would you know where to find me?
if I forgot who I am . .
would you please remind me?
"If I could feel anything
It wouldn't feel at all like this
If I could wake anywhere
I wouldn't wake up at home
If I could hear anything
It would be your voice to say
You should be you should be at home here now
I don't feel at home at all
This is where I will sit
To pay for all the wrong I've done
This is where I will think
About all the wrong I've done
Hope your funeral goes as planned
And everyone falls all around you
Bringing flowers to make a pillow
For your weary head
I wont be there when you scream
At all the voices all around you
Saying the things you never ever want to hear about
I wont be there when you die
A thousand deaths for just one lie
It's amazing how you stay awake at all
I'll be waiting way down here
And I'll be waiting all alone
Waiting for you waiting for you
All the rats and spiders
Will probably laeve me here alone
Just like everyone they've got something better
That they can do
Everything that was to be
Forgotten us and will be gone
Everyone that was to be
Now somehow all became a memory "
it kills me to know it won't be anymore years to share , but memories to keep .
thus truly hurts . i was never prepared to this .
Coldplay was right :
"nobody said it will be easy , but no one ever said it would be this hard"
what if I fall and hurt myself would you know how to fix me?
what if I went and lost myself would you know where to find me?
if I forgot who I am, would you please remind me?
everything is broken ...
you can see in people faces ,
every single one of them .
but you see . . .
that's also how the light gets in .
so don't you give up .
Cause real Darkness, is something more
than just a lack of light.
"... living for the dream about be carried by the flow ,
or could i be going strongly against it?
I wish I could get on that boat,
i wish I could feel the breeze from the top,
let the cold air freeze my burning heart.
And if the air for once could pass by that flame ,
would it let the oxygen fill my lungs so I can breath again ?
Did I ever had one of my own ? ... It was so long ago ...
I thought together we could face the world ...
. . .years gone by and we can't even face ourselves ..."
i know i am always a little on the edge about knowing if i will ever shoot again .
i guess sometimes life it is just like that ,sucking the hope out of our lives .
and speaking about changes ,this is one of the few places where you can literally
see the difference between the years at the same place , over the same person perspective .
time changes everything . Don't you think ?