tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14757445289444894022024-02-22T13:53:07.947+03:00TouchéAn outlet to channel my emotions,
a resonance for my echoes,
a sanctuary for my thoughts
and a shelter for my memoriesTouchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-9206356526049190822011-07-11T18:07:00.005+03:002011-08-18T03:40:05.537+03:001565: Me, Myself & My Sanity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaNECwG882tr2Nb9p_1uPVDK9FYK6-WjKC8nHMsaxB-3MlIY8bI2byCx3hZCVxZphnuGsDaGvegv-DuKPhe2aKPwDXgyXs8sLHQzQqus08LctsrMzBHANbLkKC7yI6NHIc1PPmXgpnPg/s1600/march_penguins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLaNECwG882tr2Nb9p_1uPVDK9FYK6-WjKC8nHMsaxB-3MlIY8bI2byCx3hZCVxZphnuGsDaGvegv-DuKPhe2aKPwDXgyXs8sLHQzQqus08LctsrMzBHANbLkKC7yI6NHIc1PPmXgpnPg/s320/march_penguins.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm enslaved by the moment, I have to let it out of my system.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Suddenly I'm back in time, when a single look at you will make my heart take a free fall in my chest. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That was then, and now it's 2011, I live a moment that was taken for granted over a decade ago.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>It can't be real!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Same looks!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>Cloned!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Same smell!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>I can't forget it in a thousand years.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Same eyes!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>Even the eylashes and eyebrows!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Same tiny delicate hands!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me:</b> The exact thin tiny fingers!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Same smile!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>The one that used to light up my world where all is dimmed except for her.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Same perfume!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>My Sanity: </b>This can't be true!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>My sentiment exactly, inexplicable.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Same haircut!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>And the exact same silky hair.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Same tone of voice!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>The mere remembrance of it, silences the world.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>My Sanity: </b>What a coincidence!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>Just when I started to doubt myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>Doubt what?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>That I might be in love with being in love.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>So I was right?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>Not even close, to feel the longing avalanche crushing my senses, to feel how I used to feel when I look into her eyes, to experience once more how I used to feel. All that prove to me one thing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>What thing is that?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>That I'm still so much in love with her, that even the mere resemblence of her throws me like a feather into the wind.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>The uncanny resemblance is mind blowing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>My Sanity: </b>You just miss her too much and started to see her in every face. Don't tell me it's the same name?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>Irrelevant. She molded me and became the love of my life, there is nobody like her. I can find a million people who has it on the outside but she's the fine one in those millions who has it in the inside.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>You do know that you've chosen to have a life locked in the past?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>Why should I be dragged backwards when I can go forward with our memories?!!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>You should thank destiney.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>My Sanity: </b>For what?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>For throwing that stranger into his path. It made him feel once more that there is still more love in his heart.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>A coincidencee glueing my falling parts along the years. I felt like that person is dissolving with time and I can't be him anymore.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>My Sanity: </b>First time you agree on something since she left your life!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>I can't think anymore. Reminiscing all those years consumes me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>How long will the memories journey last?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Me: </b>My answer will expand endlessly as the universe. Those memories are my only way for continuity in this life.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Myself: </b>I'll keep you company and offer you the shoulder to lean on when you stray and can't find you way back to your sanity.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>My Sanity: </b>Both of you are heading toward insanity, definitely not me.</span></div></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-37862443803889766092011-06-09T17:05:00.004+03:002011-08-18T03:40:38.535+03:001095: Me, Myself & My Sanity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUAJVeqnHw7ZKNoahSLH3MASfxXwOpzmOQdHy0yRrxPD5wekRMvvGdtgviSQ3yWZfOh64h9X0kr1mTJca_ss-VdT_gU6lVNETChDcgOXTaNoKf7HLSo4Tdm82UdG_W2r9huhgDM_IXho/s1600/Me__Myself__and_I__by_human_zamboni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYUAJVeqnHw7ZKNoahSLH3MASfxXwOpzmOQdHy0yRrxPD5wekRMvvGdtgviSQ3yWZfOh64h9X0kr1mTJca_ss-VdT_gU6lVNETChDcgOXTaNoKf7HLSo4Tdm82UdG_W2r9huhgDM_IXho/s320/Me__Myself__and_I__by_human_zamboni.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>Are you for real? Years are passing you by and you look at nothing but the past! I hate to repeat myself but you are imprisoning the present in your past and your present has no future!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>When my future is colorless and tasteless, and my present is darker than moonless nights and lonelier than loneliness, all I got is my past to look up for a brighter future.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: “</b>Substitute itself becomes more painful than the legitimate suffering it was designed to avoid<b>”</b></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: “</b>Deadening ourselves to the pain we can forget the problems that cause pain<b>”</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>How many days you've wasted?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>None!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>None?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>I lived countless days with endless emotions. I wasted none.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>Where are wandering to?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>She’s the instruction book imprinted in my heart.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>When will move on?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>Not yet!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>What if I tell you she moved on?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>So? I’m glad she did and I’m happy she found her path.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>What are you trying to prove?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>Nothing!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>Don’t you dare and lie to me.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>Can I lie?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>You're pathetic.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>Tell me about it, I’m happily pathetic</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>I know how you feel!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>I know.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>And let me break the news to you.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>I don’t think I can stop you!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>It’s everyone’s dream! </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>What's that?</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>Everyone wishes to live the fantasy of the ultimate love story and its getting preposterous with you.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>It’s not a fantasy! it’s my life reality. I loved and I lived and now that love is keeping me alive and sane.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>My sanity: </b>I’m the absentee landlord, keep me out of it and leave me alone.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>I lost you long time ago.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Me: </b>And I found him lingering in the past and embraced him in my present.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>My sanity: </b>I’m losing my sanity!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b>Myself: </b>I’m lost in translation!</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Me: </span></b><span style="font-size: 12pt;">You are answering without me asking the questions!</span></div></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-60287404109067437422011-05-31T01:06:00.001+03:002011-06-05T22:08:33.775+03:00The Only Certainty is Change<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoFH21N3CFlFMuCUVzCcxXxMh6Bv6tfHgdetJ0YifaE7Tsxj4VGYSUbj4XCL1HN2UbLaIaLvSgexdPzJB0C8Cv_iQpXGiPDmAM4wiWGKFuQgLs9Fc0-Yr6wGfNfjVYP-QFyF_FWTiQGo/s1600/walking_alone_by_Tasteofchaos90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoFH21N3CFlFMuCUVzCcxXxMh6Bv6tfHgdetJ0YifaE7Tsxj4VGYSUbj4XCL1HN2UbLaIaLvSgexdPzJB0C8Cv_iQpXGiPDmAM4wiWGKFuQgLs9Fc0-Yr6wGfNfjVYP-QFyF_FWTiQGo/s320/walking_alone_by_Tasteofchaos90.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Those are the roads we drove through and those are the places we had been at. Those are which I’ve dreaded to face, to look at how time has shaped them ever since we parted ways. Roads and places that carry our memories. They have us lingering there in the air, longing for one more time to rejuvenate the colors, fill the dried palette and to have us marking them one more time. I’ve always dreaded walking the same roads and where your scent still fills the place and trees still remember our names. But today I found myself driving through a familiar road and heading for a place that is engraved into my memory. I felt your soul floating around and approaching mine. I felt your love heating up my heart and soaking me into memories. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"> I looked for everything that carries your touch but places had chosen new faces and roads choose to lead to other destinations, yet I still only see the same destination they used to lead to. They betrayed my memory and had you dissolved within those changes. I hoped that they remain untouched by the years, to relive the same moments, to make life much easier when embracing you again in those memories. But things have changed and the places had misshaped the past and taken you away from my present. </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">You are not here anymore to walk with me and I’m not the same person without you. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Those are the places that surrounded us when we were together and those are the places that surround me when you are gone. And between the places’ birth in our lives to the day I abandoned them, I walk them again deprived from you. Those places are my only physical links to a world I loved, to dreams I had and never saw in reality except in my mind. Roads that used to lead to an open space, now have dead ends. Houses that still carry the smell of innocent times, now are awkwardly shaped. But as I close my eyes and travel in my memories, I still can see your face on every corner and I still hear the places echoing your name. Only if you know how hard it is for me to prevent myself from screaming your name.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">When the only certainty is change, then I fear the day my heart dwindles with time and decides to change on me, leaving me facing what I can’t experience. I fear that I might see the end of memories. To lose you twice while I’m left grasping for memories to fill my life, </span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">that will be the greatest loss of my life</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">. My love,</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;"> I pray that my heart never beats without your name trembling me. I pray that your memories never stop fueling my heart</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";"> and I pray that change forgets my path and leave me unchanged, untouched and madly in love with you.</span></div></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-83429859752500478022011-05-03T20:40:00.001+03:002011-05-23T20:02:10.779+03:00Guards Falling Down<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_h0Lpncw84LZ2HCyOjVjjyf1woUokZMmeLMFXx4dDfDsjl_KmhpXfLE9SlfRoQ12YfxoPzzwc1YPLGzO29Rpy4yl0eY18qNbJ76pHrmI0C6Qzn2t0PKwN9al5C_8Wm-6wReVTqPDsWs/s1600/Falling_by_decemberdawning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_h0Lpncw84LZ2HCyOjVjjyf1woUokZMmeLMFXx4dDfDsjl_KmhpXfLE9SlfRoQ12YfxoPzzwc1YPLGzO29Rpy4yl0eY18qNbJ76pHrmI0C6Qzn2t0PKwN9al5C_8Wm-6wReVTqPDsWs/s320/Falling_by_decemberdawning.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Over the lonely years, my powers to relive our memories fade and at the end they exist intensely only when I’m down and unguarded. The moments when I’m the weakest and the moments when I’m physically exhausted and mentally drained those are the moments when my guards are shattered by longing to you. Those are the moments when my emotional famine screams for you and I hit the grounds. Where empty circles are my roads and shallow lanes are my grounds. Heads over heals is my life and a broken compass is my guide. Your emotions penetrating my veins and pouring your love in my blood stream releasing my imprisoned soul to cause havoc within. Causing the ups and downs, the rise and fall of nonstop longing paralyzing my senses and numbing my mind, My own opium that stirs years of love and unleash the magic within to mist my feelings and senses. Taking me to a detached reality, to another world where our hearts are joined and our eyes locked on each other. The magic of reviving your voice, echoing your laughter and the warmth of your breathe that comforts my soul with the miracle of me being in your arms and you pierce my darkness with your light.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">That’s me when I’m drained, can’t walk tall any longer and stillness is my solace in your absence. Have I survived the sudden shrinking of my world, I end up with bitterness in heart and I sometimes cling to my sanity edge and watch my spirit departing me. And that’s my love is my altered sense of perception without you.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">What’s with those moments of weakness when I just watch myself fall apart in your absence and struggle to put back the pieces together? You’ve always been the glue that kept me intact. And now when the heart moans for one more touch, one more whisper is when I know that falling will be the only option left for me. Days get tougher and nights get lonelier when I’m deprived from your scents. I crumble in weakness and long for that tenderness that used to wrap me in its warmth. I’ve been too addicted to your fingers running in my hair and your shoulders offering me the shelter that I desperately need. It has always been you, and that my lost love is what still lets me steer away from letting others offer me comfort.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Every time I fall, it takes me longer to recover, and harder to fight back the urge to stay down embracing the soothing warmth of the grounds, when I'm surrounded with nothing but you. Where I summon up my memories and close my eyes as time stands still and all my nostalgia are swallowed in these moments. Melting into the wilderness of my thoughts, watching hope fading into horizon and living and enormous loss that they make me feel so vulnerable and innocuous where I should remain silent and still. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Only if I can dream at will again, you'll always be there.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Only if I can breathe again, your scent will always be there.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Only if I can hold you again, you'll always be there.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Only if I can live again, you'll always be there.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Only if and only you, that how it goes and that's how it's been and will always be.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>My love, your love consumes me and your memories shall inherit me. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-3747936775037119772011-04-09T16:54:00.024+03:002011-04-15T17:44:01.944+03:00Birthday Story 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Vumpks0-_pFO298oVm47u968BFbLYyJuxn-nZMkvgWkmY_eXfUBD_x-AzE0N2MNTmWOd2Lx0RDZt8dMn1t2j3gjXlJba_HQxEU3tLHGHkOFCkdGLE7rqNECJidc3IlzuPrMviKAzQJA/s1600/Fading+Away.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Vumpks0-_pFO298oVm47u968BFbLYyJuxn-nZMkvgWkmY_eXfUBD_x-AzE0N2MNTmWOd2Lx0RDZt8dMn1t2j3gjXlJba_HQxEU3tLHGHkOFCkdGLE7rqNECJidc3IlzuPrMviKAzQJA/s320/Fading+Away.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">It’s just one more birthday gone, one more candle burnt out longing for you. It’s a different birthday where I dedicate over a decade to you watching years slipping away and your love growing immensely, as people age your memories shine and glow. Memories that turned into an organ attached to me and I can’t detach from them. A life lived while I grow older; a timeless love while I’m standing still and my time is passing me by. I'm grateful for that, the lively reminding moments breathing delight into my world. They make me cherish every day I live allowing me to color my world. Your presence into my life was the miracle and your departure is the mystery, for all I know that your love was my divine gift for which I'm forever thankful.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">What’s told is much less than the real event. Everything I see, everything I hear, every single universe momentum screams with your name. Even if I choose to ignore them, they slap me on the face. It’s a birthday where death and life are combined, a birthday where time has chosen a funeral to be the perfect set to test my emotions and fuel my endless longing to you. A time and a place where I see death and life giving birth to each other, to be offered a small taste of what I’ve always dreaded.The day where I saw your resemblance surrounding me, the day where time is amusing itself by placing me in front of your favorite uncle, to look into his eyes and see yours, to grasp for my breaths and find none, to drift with euphoric flooding memories, the day when time froze and my heart welcomed the sweet taste of life in the presence of death.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">For the briefest moment I recalled the feeling of being alive and for few minutes I once again experienced what I thought I had forgotten, the feeling of a heartbeat, the once closed drawers of emotions are reopened and swallowing me in their whirlwind. The sudden burning sensation in my bones and the glimpse of your resemblance levitating me into heaven one more time. Out of all places and out of all the times, I’m facing the person who has your features and the one that his face carries the scent of yours. I’ve always wondered how will my heart endure your overpowering sight and how I’ll manage to stand still when everything in me scream with your name. The minutes with your resemblance sight is worth a life time in my life when the sight of your face lights my world and rejuvenates an aging heart. If the sight of your resemblance hit me with thunders then how shall I vanish in your presence?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I’m in love with you and in love with being in love with you, I’m imprisoned in time where your love outlives my breaths. How generous of you to give me my heart and nourish me with your enormous love, but without you I’m lifeless with missing parts of my heart. What will I do with a life that doesn’t include you? The death of old me is the birth of my new me, how painful was my death giving birth to the distorted new me, I've learned to die but I didn't learn to live.</span></div></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-16748416811053286862011-03-01T21:06:00.000+03:002011-03-01T21:06:27.663+03:00A day when the kid inside me needs you<div><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>AR-SA</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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</style> <![endif]--> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsqowzyqNon03SG996UXpelIQ_p8ww0QZ6L39ya1H6yYCcp4RC_KteeW1fT3x4vhh1fKHhXG8jAvkZluippfsu_yR7zdV4OmB97GycszpTCGtAoWbBkXLDLtEfuo_C6OJeGyNqGZi63s/s1600/123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsqowzyqNon03SG996UXpelIQ_p8ww0QZ6L39ya1H6yYCcp4RC_KteeW1fT3x4vhh1fKHhXG8jAvkZluippfsu_yR7zdV4OmB97GycszpTCGtAoWbBkXLDLtEfuo_C6OJeGyNqGZi63s/s320/123.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s one of those days when I hit rock bottom and when the space between the skies and earth fits the needle head, it’s one of those days when the kid inside me screams for your words to calm the waves hitting wilderness inside my soul. When my heaves flame the skies and bring them down turning my universe into smoky vacuum. There is still a kid inside me who I had outgrown as I aged more in your absence, a kid that had been imprisoned inside my flesh refusing to grow without your warmth. A kid deprived from your nurturing touches and your breaths into the soul. A kid that shared all his life mysteries with you, laughed and cried with you, a kid that is desperately in need for you to color his world one more time and instills tranquility into his soul terrains.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s one of those days when I wander into my wilderness, you were there comforting me with your voice soothing my body shakes, a softening voice that makes violins weep, and offering me a new sky with stars, moon shining on me and a sun that exposes my demons and vanquishes them. It is in this day when I need you desperately, when I long for your endless emotions to fuel my life and nourish my soul with your tenderness, and now I look around me and find nothing but shadows closing up on me.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s one of those days when you used to calm me down, when you knew how to shake my doubts away, when you knew how to soak my tantrums and smoothly wrap me in your confidence. You had your way of sneaking into my sadness and breathing joy into it. And now when you are gone I can’t find my footsteps and can’t lead my way.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">You were the constant in my life, the one thing that changes everything with your touch, empty my worries with your words and strengthen me with your trust in me. You were the only force pulling me out of my solitude and offering t<span id="goog_297517746"></span><span id="goog_297517747"></span>he lap to crumble within. And now as I face my emptiness without you at my side; I will shun the world and retreat to my solitude waiting for the storms to pass me by and offering condolences for the kid inside me.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s one of those days when I lament the day your shines abandoned me and warmed everyone but me. A day where I plea for the memories and the time that had been kind to me by crossing each other paths to revisit my tired heart and offer me the strength and hope I need.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> A day when the kid dreams about memories in his heart when you bestowed serenity in his soul.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-92089638454153093832011-01-27T17:39:00.004+03:002011-02-27T02:10:11.289+03:00Happy Birthday My Love 2011<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9D1BuG08bQcC-s-k7UUf841EKpY-Nq-Ze0mLHYmNUg1c9wkEumbdxxKvr1zVZ4s1dXwgfYd0SX-gCsnTiIeGTGnmWQ2xxzcVnn6nkuZXFLmJiGDvSvDuPBmKsi1LHnEzjYqQT_JZd58/s1600/Notes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9D1BuG08bQcC-s-k7UUf841EKpY-Nq-Ze0mLHYmNUg1c9wkEumbdxxKvr1zVZ4s1dXwgfYd0SX-gCsnTiIeGTGnmWQ2xxzcVnn6nkuZXFLmJiGDvSvDuPBmKsi1LHnEzjYqQT_JZd58/s320/Notes.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I bask in joy thinking of you with delight seeping through the corners of my eyes into a drought heart, </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">the omission of you from my thoughts only makes life intolerable</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">. With every present moment is the repetition of what I've and shared and lived with you, I can only say <b>happy birthday my love</b>.</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><b>"</b>Time has marched onward slowly as memories persist,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Years seem as only months; months seem as only days,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">It has been so long, yet, seems as yesterday, since I held you in my arms,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">An infinitely longer time since I kissed your sweet lips,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Another Fourth of July has passed with explosions in the air,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">With my heart still exploding with hauntingly memories of us,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Once long, long ago we were inseparable, passionate lovers</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I could not keep my eyes off of you; fearing that you would disappear,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The day which I hold most sacred is upon me, again,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">A date which was written in the stars; the day that you were born,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The most beautiful day I have ever known in this life,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">That special day the Heavens introduced you into our world,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Not knowing that it would be you that I would fall madly in love with,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">And in love with you I had fallen as I had never known love before!</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I do not know where you are today nor if you are doing well or not,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">I hope that you have found the happiness and life I could not give you,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">In this poem I send you all my best wishes and love which lingers in me,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Sending this ode to you telepathically: I know that your soul has received it:</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, my love! No matter how far you are from me;</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">No matter how long ago last we were together; time and space are meaningless,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my darling! Wherever you may be,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">But today on your special day your spirit is with me, evermore,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my sweetness! I do not know where you are today,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">May the Great Powers of the universe bless you; may they keep you warm,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, my love! A kiss from my lips to your lips I send you,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">The same one we kissed innumerable times when we were one,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, my love! I am sending to you all the love in my heart,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">A great love that has never died for a true love never ever dies,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my love! I am here alone celebrating my agonies,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Wishes things were another way; wishing your were with me, again, to stay,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, my love! I remember you on your day with tenderness,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">With all the love that still dwells in my heart for you,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my love! Memories of love abound,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my darling! I miss you eternally,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my love! I hope you remember me, today,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my sweetness! Remembering our great romance,</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my love! Why did I have to lose you?</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, my love! Why have the Heavens punished me so immensely?</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my love! Who knows where you dwell, today?</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, to you my love! Who knows if you are happy or sad, today?</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, my love! I do not know where you are, today?</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, my darling! Do you ever remember me?</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Happy Birthday, my love!</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Wherever you may be.<b>"</b></span></span></i></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i style="color: red;"><b>"Serenade of Love" by Ricardo Sal LaRosa</b></i></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-9671202425104089872010-12-23T14:12:00.003+03:002011-02-27T01:12:06.250+03:00Good Night My Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkC6-PXikboOv1r_3KvZxjrYtry96FQIjfuTHuu9AHqgEl5j4_GI601lsj0pW0yAETgkx0lSzQFOuCHvbVYNwGq6jr0E3_x7tcegXsao46HTkMkcNn3CepcZFmwIpeKtffD6E_sBWDMA/s1600/Fallen1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkC6-PXikboOv1r_3KvZxjrYtry96FQIjfuTHuu9AHqgEl5j4_GI601lsj0pW0yAETgkx0lSzQFOuCHvbVYNwGq6jr0E3_x7tcegXsao46HTkMkcNn3CepcZFmwIpeKtffD6E_sBWDMA/s320/Fallen1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">This is one of those nights when silence provokes your memories, when a memory is no longer a recall of a distant past and I’m willingly swallowed back in time where things made sense and colors were meaningful.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It is a night when my heart doesn’t ask for a sanction to grieve and weep.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It is a night when I calmly surrender to grieve.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It is a night when I sleep knowing that my eyes are in distraught for you and my heart is withering in your absence.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I close my eyes and peacefully taste the grieve in my veins hoping that only dreams will moist a dry heart. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Good night my love, I cannot turn back the time and cannot get the passed years to rewind,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I'll see you in my dreams tasting like honey and smelling like your wet hair.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I love you my love.</span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-10590187861451375922010-12-02T21:14:00.002+03:002011-02-27T01:11:11.969+03:00The Anniversary of Lost Love<div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQn_q5l3mZAfvVxVkqkl2NbV1DMXVPxZn0WGJ3rQgJAjY65CrmnxoVI_JUO3sPIIy9xrcfTVJo-Ybgf39U_cN_QNiTLZISlJQWeF26Z-yrHiTFH83fogapH6PAzkDrAKrBLlMoJQiB-Wk/s1600/Happy_Anniversary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQn_q5l3mZAfvVxVkqkl2NbV1DMXVPxZn0WGJ3rQgJAjY65CrmnxoVI_JUO3sPIIy9xrcfTVJo-Ybgf39U_cN_QNiTLZISlJQWeF26Z-yrHiTFH83fogapH6PAzkDrAKrBLlMoJQiB-Wk/s320/Happy_Anniversary.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I’ve spent years trying to fill the void in my life after your departure, I thought that if I kept myself busy then I shall redeem some sanity to go on with my life. Instead I found myself enveloped with nothing but emptiness, the closer I look at my life’s layers I discover how hallow my life has been, how I handicapped myself and how what used to be a choice is now my curse, how lonesome has turned into loneliness and life into soulless ghost. Now I can’t pinpoint anything that made those last few years any significant as my days pass me by unnoticed. Days rub my shoulders once we cross each other paths and numbly I can’t even feel them. </span></span></div></div><div style="color: black;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Screams have been growing into my chest into massive waves hitting me repeatedly and with each tide the heart is weakened and a piece is taken for you. I miss you, the nostalgia is crazing me for your voice, and my eyes are in drought for your sight, with yearning so powerful that it defies my existence.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I’m petrified to forget you, to have hazed and confused memories of you, I fear one day I wake up and don’t see you in my dreams vividly and slowly you fade away, what shall I end up with? A total blackness in a bright day! As much as it hurts not to find you here, it nourishes my heart to know that an ancient love is digging deeper into my heart, to hold down the remains of the heart.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">You’ve always been the reason for so many changes in me, to be a better man for you, and even when you are gone you still keep shaping me as if it’s the first day ever, I am what I am because of you.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Yes I love you and still do and it doesn’t seem to calm or the least that I reach a saturation level. Yes your last words were “We’ve reached a deadlock and there is nothing we can do, go on with your life, you deserve nothing but the best”, I know it was a closure and it was supposed to mark down the end to my story but I can’t eliminate you from my life, yes you’ve given me the permission to grieve and it should be easing the pain as time passes by, but I’ve been numbed ever since that day and turned my senses switch off.</span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">I know I’m wallowing deeply and nothing seems to be to penetrate this sphere that I’ve coated myself with.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> I’ve been locked into world of grays with </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">the absence of colors from the world except for the places we shared, filled with everlasting yearning for you and preserved the colors only for you, with only endurance to my endless suffering. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I love you and I’ll always love you but I don’t know how long my heart can endure your absence, how long I can withhold my breaths and walk soullessly, how long I can mute my screams.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span></div><div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">At the heart of my heart is a simple awakening that resonate the deep buried and hidden longing for you, the insurmountable capacity to love you for eternity that keeps shifting my reality to your dimensions knowing that into my wilderness I have solace in your love wrapped in sweet memories.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> My life is nothing but a collection of our moments that makes the whole journey bearable, you’ve nurtured my heart and I kept living on those memories, </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">memories so intense that I can taste their flavor and waves of turmoil emotions washing up the salty scars of teary heart. Loving you is a life worth living for, the better half of my life is because of you and for you; it’s worth every second of it. </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">I’ve been loved by you; I loved my life through your eyes and lived it for you. Waiting for your memories visits flooding my hours, as I welcome them with open arms.</span></span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-34749268070426741252010-08-30T02:12:00.010+03:002011-02-27T01:11:40.395+03:00Daily Reminisces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxNVlaBENXt4lanzmMVBG8ZYBAhuor4hf4vYZPGRfJFDXrfwWZZSH4dep_HWBGp8YIiloCQJ9VZBxtWjapyDfIEp4vme6MvQQCYZAtxDxpVzxZF-Qi569Qv0sKPqN1MlgVWq3Si-4U1c/s1600/Missing+You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxNVlaBENXt4lanzmMVBG8ZYBAhuor4hf4vYZPGRfJFDXrfwWZZSH4dep_HWBGp8YIiloCQJ9VZBxtWjapyDfIEp4vme6MvQQCYZAtxDxpVzxZF-Qi569Qv0sKPqN1MlgVWq3Si-4U1c/s320/Missing+You.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I’ve tried ignoring my longings and stopped writing them down, what was meant to calm a trembled heart and neutralize my emotional surges ended with an addiction. My tranquilizer for severe longing times turned into having its own appetite for addiction, venting intensified my yearning and the few calm moments are followed by waves of longing. My heart is in desperate need of your love, pouring my heart out hadn’t made me love you any less; you are my own opium and your love sweetens the blood in my veins. I made my peace with myself and accepted that you are gone forever but I failed to turn ahead and fixed my eyes on you trailing memories.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s one of those times of the year when your longing invades me with full force, when the mere thought of you takes away my breath and your sweet memories paralyze me as I stagger and linger in memory lane. Fasting is a deprivation practice for the soul, yet despite mastering the senses and controlling the needs, I end up with stronger urges torching my longing to you, it feels like emptying my soul and letting your everlasting love conquering corners of my heart, my need to have you again in my life is multiplied and the desire for your voice heightened. The time of grace passed me by where the heavenly joy rained upon me and filled my heart with serenity. And now the memories convey years of perpetual yearning breaking me down. All those years and I still fail taming my love. I've mastered the art of control except for flames of scattered memories feeding my longing through my heart.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I foolishly tried to neglect your daily memories resurrections, I failed by willingly throwing myself into being consumed by memories. I gather the scattered memories that overcame me and live on then as my years spent already, I’m so much in love with you that I’m losing my strength and sleep. My delighted moments turned into sadness, as much as I love you as matched loneliness and agony fills me, the never ending love doubles the pain. If the heart cries, the tears drips shall pierce the remains of my heart.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Every now then the Flakes of memories shower down and for the briefest moment they travel me to distant days when a smile jumps my face for the sight of your name. That was the feeling before, but lately it’s been a recurring dejavu that keeps indulging me and taking me to the simplest happy things in my life when my world was complete and as beautiful as the sky draws its beauty from glittering stars.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I foolishly thought that I can block my past and live my life, locking the door for any future, and now I embrace the fact that I'll never live those times again and foolishly carry my past to accompany my present. Shackled with inability and denied to see the present although I can foresee the colorless future, my mind foolishly locked me in the past where I thought I could flee loneliness in my heart, if time hasn’t been just to me, then I’ve been willingly unjust to myself as well. Everything reminds me of you and everything starts and ends with you, I escape from you to you. I love you too much, how can I take other chances when I’m blinded by you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Living with halves, half a heart, half a life, half a mind, half senses and wandering with my shadow as the one who’s alive and not living, where in your love I was alive and now I’m the lurking spirit.</div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-13645285561784179852010-01-27T01:27:00.007+03:002011-02-27T01:13:06.280+03:00Happy Birthday My Love 2010<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxd1DnHmBl0UIJJnqIoj5d8-kpvQvk7IHyMfwV1o9NzmUWa0ZTrQZoVujAbgIPtHlCRiu1mSP6hHqdwxr_mFyUcRkcrbbq4LAJvNUCTe7Xl8pWHornAdkKZLF5GJeb6L69WKOT1tnV2I/s1600-h/Loving_Hands.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431152752767005410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVxd1DnHmBl0UIJJnqIoj5d8-kpvQvk7IHyMfwV1o9NzmUWa0ZTrQZoVujAbgIPtHlCRiu1mSP6hHqdwxr_mFyUcRkcrbbq4LAJvNUCTe7Xl8pWHornAdkKZLF5GJeb6L69WKOT1tnV2I/s320/Loving_Hands.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;">Years are passing by and yet this day is my highlight every year, it’s a day like no other in my calendar, the day when I celebrate you when I used to whisper my wishes into your ears. It’s the day that carries soft winds rocking memories in their cradle, and evoking waves of longing to a life that had passed me by with nothing but blank pages that all I’m left with. In this day your memories color the remaining days of the year and even though I’m not there to celebrate your birthday with you, my heart is basking in joy for you, my heart is with you.</span><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"><br />
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I’ve always wondered, how years have been treating you? How gently they've touched your face? And today I found out that you’ve been blessed with motherhood. I’ve been anticipating this day for the last few years and now I’m overwhelmed with rapid flow of memories flooding me, the dream that I've shared with you and to witness the dream that I’ve always wished for is breathtaking, I dreamed of every detail and yet the reality surpasses my imagination. The true happiness in your eyes, the scintillating glow on your face, the loveliest baby bump and the most sparkling smile illuminating your face are tingling my heart with rapture and shaking me with indescribable emotions, it’s in image that will never part me, an image I've always wished to be part of it.</span><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"><br />
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It’s the moment that I would have dearly sacrificed anything to share it with you, to witness your ultimate dream, to know that you’ve had your wish come true. I can hear your laughs and I can feel your joy, had I been there I would’ve showered you with my love.</span><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"><br />
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I knew you were long gone and eventually you’ll be a mother. I’ve often wondered how would your baby look like? Is he as adorable is you? Does he look like you? What did you name him? I know for a fact what a great mother you’ll be, you’ve always been the best with kids and I know how lucky he is to have you as a mother.</span><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"><br />
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I’ve always imagined this moment and the mere thought of it makes my heart skips a beat, but why do tears moist my eyes with intricate emotions that I can’t even comprehend? Why does the sadness creep in and dilute my happiness? Why do I have trouble breathing? Why do I feel life is motionless? Why do I feel entirely paralyzed? Why do I feel that I’ve aged decades in seconds? Why does it feel like the first day we parted? Why do I feel lost in the darkness? Why does my happiness conceal bitterness?</span><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"> Is it that I’ve always imagined myself as the father of your baby? It is the envious to the father of your child? Is it that I’ll never be the father of your child? Is it the vanished hope? Or is it the crushed dream of being the father of your child</span><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"><br />
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Why does it feel like when we decided to be friends and I ended up miserably? When we thought it will prepare us to deal with the inevitable, when I thought seeing you getting married and happy will vanquish my lost love, when my heart got torn off and ripped to pieces knowing that I’m the living dead and nothing will ever prepare me for my soul departure. I knew you’ll be a mother and contemplated everything but yet I cannot help to taste the bitterness with my joy to witness your dream.</span><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"><br />
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In this year I celebrate you my love and your new born love, the love that had journeyed me far beyond the unknown to a world that I imagined myself wrapped in your arms. In this year I thank you as ever for the joy within me and I thank God for allowing me to see you blessed with the sweetest fruit derived from your gentle seed,</span><span style="font-family: webdings; font-size: 100%;"> I'll blow a candle knowing that an angel is born and shining your life. Happy birthday to the greatest tale ever told, to the loveliest mother and the final note in the sweetest symphony ever composed, happy birthday my love.</span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-30640941058757311822009-12-02T02:12:00.004+03:002011-02-27T02:13:21.471+03:00The Anniversary of Chased Memories<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJPBurnOl0e98NxBWvEZS91OSl2vXecbMRL3M6yfCYcgxPprN3Shh_B9prvv2bHh2Cf4J8vakChncuwuJMx8ngO5MeaAlhVxEz0tYIuw7BRIv1TY4cbsG5cmQLUFtNWIddnmWIKmnqKU/s1600/Memories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTJPBurnOl0e98NxBWvEZS91OSl2vXecbMRL3M6yfCYcgxPprN3Shh_B9prvv2bHh2Cf4J8vakChncuwuJMx8ngO5MeaAlhVxEz0tYIuw7BRIv1TY4cbsG5cmQLUFtNWIddnmWIKmnqKU/s1600/Memories.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s my anniversary alone with the memories, I’ve witnessed years passing me by since you had sailed away and I’d stood still gazing into the unknown. Three years and yet I remember your last words, three years and I thought I’ve adjusted to your perpetual departure, I thought I’ve wandered for so long and deep enough to reach the bottom, yet, the falling seems endless.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In the beginning there was a request “promise me not to let me get hurt” and I’ve loved you immensely wrapping you within my heart so that if anything would hurt you then it’s my heart that shall bleed before you. At the end there was the final request “wipe away your tears, we can’t defy society’s rules, go on with your life and seek a new companion to replace me in your heart” and that it the request I can never obey. Between the beginning and the end you told me once “I know, you’ll never be able to love anyone else but me and everyone shall remind you of me” and that my love is the ultimate truth, the immortal words that keeps ringing into my ears till this moment, the truth that sums me up and immortalized with every breathe I take.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I’ve always wondered how come memories surface up uninvited, memories that I’ve never thought I can remember nor I had, but still they insist into showing their glowing face and shine my days. So many overwhelming memories that sometimes I need to close my eyes to process them and shrink my whole existence into the single thought of you. Memories that have been lurking into the deepest sides of my memory, they’ve been hidden for too long that they seem like a confabulation of you and made up by my never ending longing of you. Every surfaced memory makes my heart dances with rapture and encapsulates me with the sweetest joy I can ever imagine. It feels like collecting pieces of me and adding them up to feel somehow complete again.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Memories so intense that they chase me and blossom everywhere instead of having me chasing them. They rise in all the streets I walk into, all the places we’ve been to and even the in times I spent thinking of you, they are everywhere and yet are nowhere near me. Memories that defy the universe and bend the time, levitate me into another dimension by taking me to witness their birth. Whenever my eyes wander around, memories pop up like precious gifts; showers of memories that seem have escaped me and lost forever, now they are restored with the tiniest details and rainbows surrounding them.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">I wonder, will you ever have those sudden surfaced memories? Have they been buried deep that shall remain forgotten? Do places spark those memories? Do you remember me?<br />
</span></div></div><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Thank you for those memories that soften the roughness in my soul and showers me with serenity, I can never cripple my soul and let go of your memories, I can never reject a divine bless and remove the tones from your melody. Thank you for the rains of memories pouring into my drought heart watering me and seeding me with life. I’ll nurture them in my imaginary house and never let a single one of them ever get lost and that's my eternal love how I celebrate our anniversary.</span></span>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-49514693179818675622009-09-05T17:04:00.004+03:002011-02-27T01:14:46.132+03:00Restless & Relentless<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3h_peGyfPVrysGo_6sAXTiUcP9ytpfP-u-trHD3WzRcU_7fqL17My4set99ZzxWiXRpUj2TXNdG_xNb0QrbaEq8RIrvAM3ivbRtVZZynuftLuUnN1aijFgp717CFJXugUH075MYN65o/s1600-h/carry.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378422739698309138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR3h_peGyfPVrysGo_6sAXTiUcP9ytpfP-u-trHD3WzRcU_7fqL17My4set99ZzxWiXRpUj2TXNdG_xNb0QrbaEq8RIrvAM3ivbRtVZZynuftLuUnN1aijFgp717CFJXugUH075MYN65o/s320/carry.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">It was a day like today when I last saw you, when I closed my eyes for the last time protecting a life of memories. It was in that day when I held your hands, it's in these times when days spark the fire from one memory to the next heating up my heart and sweetening my days. That was the day when I sealed my heart and my eyes went shut and these are my days where every light is muted with your absence.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I’m blinded with memories which I refuse to release while walking in your moon light under a starless sky.<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">With your memories lingering with nights' shivers as seasons change their wardrobes and places take new shapes while I hold your love in the remains of my heart. Those are my blinded eyes that can never journey beyond your face. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Those are your memories storming hurricanes into my restless soul and driving all the longing with their winds. If all universe longings are more, mine are still surpassing.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Those are your memories that cheer the air and lift the spirit and these are my immortal days and nights my love.<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I miss horribly you and I wish you a happy gergai’an my endless love.</div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-19484809650153241392009-04-27T01:27:00.000+03:002011-04-04T20:14:00.919+03:00Birthday Story 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSNW-CzN1OPTHZyGe8tAmVax-D3Y1pviQBVsvwUIhP4J1n3R0VJmipOOD_0srnMBwzbEkD9alzZxH9bEmpdKxFyOZiEv9r8VEW_iWH5NsFKRkuH-1-GYZj8nJiL6fJnq9lPVlEHaovoE/s1600-h/1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334696150268230450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSNW-CzN1OPTHZyGe8tAmVax-D3Y1pviQBVsvwUIhP4J1n3R0VJmipOOD_0srnMBwzbEkD9alzZxH9bEmpdKxFyOZiEv9r8VEW_iWH5NsFKRkuH-1-GYZj8nJiL6fJnq9lPVlEHaovoE/s400/1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 285px;" /></a><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">This birthday is all about you, I can't help it but to think of you, maybe it's my immense need to your shoulder or a love that thrives everyday. I couldn’t resist a persistent feeling that you are happy; I could smell your scent haunting me and your happiness filling the air. I needed to know, I had to know, you mean the world to me and your happiness nourishes my heart. I needed to know that even if I'm not there you are doing fine, it's strange that the only way to spill my heart out is the web and yet it's the way to get your news.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">I haven’t had a real complete happiness since we’ve parted ways; nothing brings true immense happiness when I’m not sharing it with you. Thank you for this almost forgotten feeling of happiness, reading your name with your promotion is my ultimate birthday gift filling my heart with tremendous rapture, finally the long waited birthday fueling my life and restoring the feeling of complete happiness.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><o:p><br />
</o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">I feel more alive than ever with your love nourishing my heart, I love you, there are so many things that I want to tell you, a momentous desire to hear your voice chanting my ears. I’ve had so much love in my life and you’ve flooded me with your love to nourish the fading stars, and when you are gone I’ve felt the shallowness of my existence and emptiness of this universe. You’ve given me a perpetual love surpassing my heartbeats. I’ve always loved you and I’ll always will and for that I dedicate this birthday to you. As I witness the near end of a decade, I know you had the ultimate share of it and no one deserves it but you, you were my gift from heaven and divine gifts don’t happen twice in a lifetime, this is the birthday where I celebrate you my love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br />
<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: 100%;">I’ll always be thankful for you, I never thanked you enough, and now when you are away and our ways may never cross I feel more thankful for everything you’ve ever done and still do. </span><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 100%;">I love you for the care you gave me, for the love I basked in, for the warmth you showered me, for the shoulder you offered me, for the heart you included me in, for what you are, what you did and for what you still do, </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: 100%;">I dare to say that you’ve always been my source of happiness and still are. "Life isn’t measured by the number of breaths you take but by the number of times your breath is taken away” and today I'm breathless.</span><o:p></o:p></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-42972948479978699982009-04-05T14:12:00.005+03:002011-02-27T01:16:34.452+03:00Pain Deprivation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUb0E7R_TTKSx1ifFayVIiOHJLjBCWb7rvHVtiLRfOaTt-alVEOtH3grADDIERkqMPXXclm38dh8zDiYpB5JyfWO8wfzU-rrbANfE_1LVrTGwZOVWq834UvfLie7EUnytpU9LVDorn_M/s1600-h/HEART.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321317626046275762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUb0E7R_TTKSx1ifFayVIiOHJLjBCWb7rvHVtiLRfOaTt-alVEOtH3grADDIERkqMPXXclm38dh8zDiYpB5JyfWO8wfzU-rrbANfE_1LVrTGwZOVWq834UvfLie7EUnytpU9LVDorn_M/s400/HEART.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">No sigh can outcry a trembled heart stormed with everlasting coldness, the greatest pain of all is never being able to feel anymore, the numbness that feeds itself onto my heart left me emotionally paralyzed. The agony of leading an apathetic life with revolting senses of a hollow heart.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I know that I’ve walked through roads where I had to resent parts of my heart, where I’ve tried to hold on to them but I was forced to let them go protecting myself from further pains.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I know at certain times I had to deal with distant love and I chose to live on the remains of those days.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As silly as it sounds I’ve always thought that living without my love is excruciating but possible, and I’ve always knew that blocking out emotions and shunning love to preserve an old one while refusing to let go can yield to scary outcomes. I’ve always knew that there is no prosthetic for missing pieces in my heart.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yet I chose to go all the way basking in an old refreshing love and allowing time to heal my wounds. Yet I chose to divert my emotions towards those who I care about to maintain my sanity and have some sort of balance of my emotions and fulfill my emotional needs.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But I knew deep inside me that I’m treading on a thin slice of ice, I knew that I can’t keep reviving my heart by constant giving. I knew I’m drifting away from what my heart is meant to be by trying to change it and have it re-programmed by my wishes.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How will it be in years to come if my journey kept going on its direction? All I'm doing is creating an imbalance by channeling emotions to those I care about over a love relationship and a defected heart, creating a skewed scale, pouring all my feelings into a zone of my choosing to have one side full with the other is totally empty. And as time goes by this shall be the new shape of my heart with no turning back as the weight won't let me balance it back.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now as days passed by, I look inside my heart and I find nothing but silence and emptiness, I know that I’ve consumed my tank and drained my heart of any feelings, I watch myself tuning into an emotionless person, losing any empathy or sympathy and imprisoned inside a cold stoned heart and each day the walls are getting higher.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I’ve lost the ability to feel any pain and yet it’s painful not feel anymore. I’ve lost the gift of pain and now I’m deprived from pain and peace in my heart.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">What an awful life when you feel nothing at all.</div></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-90331160402741936412009-01-27T01:27:00.016+03:002011-02-27T01:17:11.231+03:0027/27<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpBB0wtzix_b7dlmUrt1THPmDoVZ1iw08iA9UywqdAdUcrObesYjjqaLkqr-nee8De8qdsw63gbvj_QaPQGmZ1qRQRUrpbh2PckZxtUNsN6Xz06I6QyE_cYKaVVfx5Cc6fQAKh4taVlY/s1600-h/HappyBirthdayMyLove.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295708462149952034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpBB0wtzix_b7dlmUrt1THPmDoVZ1iw08iA9UywqdAdUcrObesYjjqaLkqr-nee8De8qdsw63gbvj_QaPQGmZ1qRQRUrpbh2PckZxtUNsN6Xz06I6QyE_cYKaVVfx5Cc6fQAKh4taVlY/s400/HappyBirthdayMyLove.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 400px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 165px;" /></a> <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">It’s your 27th birthday my love and I have to sum up what’s left in me to open your box of memories to look at them one more time, to unleash hundreds of moments storming my soul. Everyday, a memory is resurrected, vivid as the sun, warming my heart by floods of emotions and showers of your scents paralyzing my senses. I love you more every passing day, more than any heart's capacity and more than any divine perception. I miss life through your eyes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I see you in my dreams and I still miss you everyday, I still long for one more word, for one more single moment to nurture my heart. I miss your laughs provoking angels jealousy, I miss your kind heart making heaven greener, I miss your voice trembling my heart.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">We are who we love and I’m proud to be who you are. You’ve softened all my rough edges and completed me; my soul longs for you, you’ve breathed life in me and bestowed me your love, I'm the luckiest person for ever knowing you and I'm all your doing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I once was intact and now I’m damaged goods.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I once was alive and now I’m a ghost.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I once had dreams and now they’re myths.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I once was human and now I’m a shadow.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u1:p></u1:p></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I once had love and now you’re gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u1:p></u1:p>I once was there and now I’m lost.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">You've grown and I'm sure you're scintillating as ever, I've always wished we could age together, and all I have now is the memory of that wish. My only consolation is that God works in mysterious ways that it must have been for your best , I hope it turned out prosperous. <u1:p>Happy birthday my love and I wish you myriad more.</u1:p></span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-78331288699615443022008-12-21T23:04:00.008+03:002011-02-27T01:19:15.479+03:00Silppery Road<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVRLg4bFDVmuUZX4urlJLMc3zLqb-ql2pGMWyBq9GxFlca2Jwgkg2WrgEjujxtr2mc_hEzd0hgpL4IEYTjAPg2cjcuDrLGM1EGVFjqZMwsEyjPXpsgcqElugFZhyxznC5r91W9g9j-7Z0/s1600-h/Slippery+Road.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282338020297889426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVRLg4bFDVmuUZX4urlJLMc3zLqb-ql2pGMWyBq9GxFlca2Jwgkg2WrgEjujxtr2mc_hEzd0hgpL4IEYTjAPg2cjcuDrLGM1EGVFjqZMwsEyjPXpsgcqElugFZhyxznC5r91W9g9j-7Z0/s320/Slippery+Road.jpg" style="display: block; height: 304px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How can you sleep at night? How can you sleep at night knowing that you’ve wronged someone? How can you sleep at night knowing that you’ve taken what’s rightfully not yours? How can you sleep at night knowing that you’re walking a slippery road?</span><br />
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How is it possible to have the ends justifying the means for every selfish impulse? How is it possible to be guilt free and indulge in peace of mind when the conscience is screaming for life support? </div><div align="justify" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
It’s a pivotal moment when someone’s morals are on the stake when all of the sudden all that used to be corner stones for one’s life are measured up the definitive test. I’ve always felt that distinguishing what’s right from wrong and acting accordingly is so simple, but the truth is that taking the wrong path is too tempting to decide on a blink of an eye.</div><div align="justify" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I’ve had a dilemma lately and had to make up my mind alone to see how I will act. I had to test myself and see if I’ll live up to my morals, it was a decision I needed to take it solely fighting a long and exhausting struggle for the past weeks, when I found myself on a shiny shelf with a neat price tag to box my ethics and send them to a forgotten island. I’ve been actually priced! All that I am comes down to this moment to find out how solid my basis are. I knew that I had to go through it alone; I needed to mark my way and engrave my stand.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div align="justify" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I confess, it was alluring to take that first step to accept the indecent proposal which had been offered with a fancy name for a conspicuous bribe with myriad of excuses justifying it. It's strange how principles get intertwined as people get older and how elusive the facts are when they are disguised in great sincere intentions, I had to fight the restlessness at night and discomfort breathes because I knew that new doors are being added to my path as I advance, when shutting a door is actually opening a thousand others and I had to choose the right door. I knew what is the right thing to do and what I should be doing, I knew I had too much at the stake and all that I’ve worked hard to achieve probably might be taken away from me and I knew that when an offer comes through my boss, it sends a clear message. I knew, but still it wasn’t easy as I would presume it to be. I knew it is a slippery road with no turning back point and a single step shall be followed with many others. In a path where the sky is the limit I shall crawl with my first step and not much later I shall fly. I knew that one step further to access easy money is actually one step away from my soul and one more piece of me evaporating. I knew that I shall be lost forever and I couldn't forgive myself for that. I don’t want to fail myself; I don’t want to live with a new guilt that starts to eat whatever left of me and I don't want to lose myself.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div align="justify" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">As crucial the fight as pleasant it did feel when I had done the right thing, when I could sleep at night knowing that I haven’t lost myself, when I clearly stated that I can’t work in fishy environment and it is not me who walks that twisted path. I knew that I did the right thing but I blame myself for not being able to dismiss the idea promptly and it is the guilt that I have to carry with me and endure hoping that next time it shall be easier for me to sleep at night.</div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-47484387583751524692008-04-25T03:21:00.000+03:002011-02-27T02:07:38.441+03:00Birthday Story 2008<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjgO6ZEniLnGmKj2Z7Ffz8DSTPtRscqgvy5htRFKZcj5pkHnTs0QmC6ONT1cvl94onVno5qvWt4fgAUKSPxCBf9Boxcskz4df-FKnfigCilEfR_ik561LHafhDumbve3Fll02zns2Ks4/s1600-h/Pressure.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060518457413052354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjgO6ZEniLnGmKj2Z7Ffz8DSTPtRscqgvy5htRFKZcj5pkHnTs0QmC6ONT1cvl94onVno5qvWt4fgAUKSPxCBf9Boxcskz4df-FKnfigCilEfR_ik561LHafhDumbve3Fll02zns2Ks4/s320/Pressure.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I made up my mind to spend this birthday alone. They say that you are not supposed to say what you wish fo</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">r in your birthday. I wished that this birthday shall </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">pass unnoticed, with no one congratulating me, this way it might be easier to overlook it!! And as time passes, the memory of this birthday without you will start to fade away, and it will remain just a shadow of a wilting day. I didn't want to have other things contributing into making it any harder to let go of this birthday.</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></span></div></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><o:p></o:p>I switched off my mobile trying to avoid any messages congratulating me and with my family being away, I felt like everything is going towards my little plan. I figured that being congratulated on the next day may minimize the effects!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><b><i>But</i></b> destiny is hiding something around the corner. As I switched on my mobile the next evening, among some text messages congratulating me there was a text message from a stranger with a simple text <i>"Happy birthday Touché, hope you are doing fine"</i>. The first thing that rushed to my mind that it might be <b><i>YOU!!<br />
</i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">My heart started to beat rapidly, I really wished that it turns out to be from the missing part of my heart, the warmth to feed my soul. I've always wished that by some divine intervention you remember it. How ironic, now when you are totally gone and no way to have you back, not for a single whisper or gasp I truly totally wish that you remember my birthday. They say, you can't say what you wish for in your birthday. But I do wish for your voice or anything that says that I haven't been totally forgotten or been scraped from your life. People do love to be remembered and I'm not the exception, I know that I keep hanging to your memories knowing that I can't unscramble the scrambled eggs. I just wanted to be remembered, to be reminded that <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I once used to have a heart that beats inside me because of you</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">You've always been there whether I like it or not, you are part of it. It's just another year, so what's the big deal, everyday is someone's birthday! What makes me so special to certify mine!!! You've moved along, forced or with your will, the bottom line you've moved, so it's my turn to do the same!! But I don't feel like moving along, I don't want to step ahead, I like it this way!!! How do you possibly diminish your life's core!!!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">I sent <i>"Thank you, but may I know who is this?"</i> a reply came with a name that was utterly unfamiliar to me!! Who might that be? Someone with that name who happens to know my birthday!! I know none with that name that might possibly know my birthday and actually remember it!!! All I did was typing back <i>"Most appreciated, but forgive my ignorance for not recognizing the name"</i>. A reply with <i>"I knew you wouldn't know me, it's ok. Happy birthday again"!!<o:p></o:p></i><i><o:p> </o:p></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">I dug deep into my memories and the name started to clear into my head, what I was deep down hoping that it might be you my lost love has turned out to be someone who is almost a stranger to me. Someone who somehow remembered my birthday when my soul was yearning for only one person to officially add another year to my calender. And as a courtesy, I looked up the person's birthday to repay the unexpected congratulatory message. And here comes the ultimate<b><i> </i></b>surprise, the most unpredictable thing!!<b><i> </i></b>The birthday date is well known to me!! From all the 365 days, it happens to be on this particular date!!! None other date than the crucial one!!! The date happens to be <b><i>our anniversary!! Or what used to be our anniversary!!! </i></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">Funny, how destiny works!! I can see destiny's teeth smirking at me and all I can do is smirking back at it with this ironically ironic birthday!!<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">There are times, when all you wish for is that you locate the RESET button in your system to have your default settings restored.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br />
There are times, when the waves are too high, when you are fed up with all the ups and downs and your vast world starts to shrink into a small rocked corner. When your energy is drained out of you and everything seems to be going into intertwined paths with full speed. When things that used to be the simple facts of your life are turning into hazed images of a dazed soul.<br />
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If such option can be granted, will someone take the leap into having everything wiped out with a chance to start over again? Having to let go of all the memories and experiences? To exterminate soul's corners with all that has been accumulated during the years? I know I've been tempted to have that imaginary button pressed.<br />
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Will it be really worth it?<br />
Fact: many memories shall wither as days go by, no matter what's their nature and regardless of their vital importance. And eventually many things which are stacked deep down and chained to a bottomless subconscious, may never surface again. Memories that you try to keep them floating the surface all the time and try too hard to be truthful and sincere to them, the majority of them are distended to gradually fade away.<br />
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I'll hold on to those memories and shadow them with each breathe. This is all that has left and all that matters when I look back at my past years. That's what makes my life A life, and as long there are breathes inflating my chest then I shall live it to the most while having you in my heart as each blood pump nurtures your memories and rejuvenate fading ones.<br />
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Our lives are rich with enormous resources of happiness, but sometimes we mislead ourselves into believing that by focusing on all that has gone wrong, it shall provide us with the motivation to face the challenges. And by feeding on our experiences’ nectar we’ll avoid our mistakes to fulfill our pledge by benefiting from such experience.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">But there is a fine and invisible line that we may overlook, when we place ourselves into our handmade entrapment by dwelling for too long trying to comprehend our past, turning ourselves into our own guards of our prison. Chained to life’s fluctuations, we soon will start suffocating for a bright day that we prevent it from ever happening while locking ourselves into the past.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">When we choose to focus on what makes us happy, a shift occurs in the fabric of our existence. Finding something to be happy about every single day can help this shift sets a foot deeper and puts our souls into balance, when we can see that being alive is truly a gift to be savored. And there is always something we can be happy for; it is simply up to us to identify.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">On one day, we may find happiness in a momentous, life-changing event such as a marriage or a birth of a child. On another day, the happiness we experience may be a product of our appreciation of a particularly well-brewed cup of a coffee or the way the sun lays its rays on our skin on a breezy morning. If we discover that we literally cannot call a single joyful element to existence, we should examine the cause of such block state standing between us and experiencing happiness. We should catalog happiness unfolding all around us and realize that joy has myriad opportunities to manifest itself into our lives.<br />
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Happiness may not always be recognized easily with our lives. Most likely, we have been conditioned to believe that the proper response to unmet expectations is to wallow into sadness, anger, guilt, or fear. To make joy a stapled event in our existence, we must first accept that it is within our power to choose happiness on every single day. Then, each time we discover a source of happiness, the notion that the world is a happy place will pave its way deeper into our hearts. Today, find one thing to be happy about and let it fill your heart.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">P.S.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">My dear friend, I am happy for ever having the chance to live my life as it is, to ever fall immensely in love with her, to have the lightning striking my heart, to carve those memories into my soul, to have you as my friend and to let you know that I’m happy despite everything that might shed gloomy shadows on me.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Do you remember when you said that "Someone should watch <span style="font-style: italic;">About Schmidt</span> only when he feels that he is happy when he shouldn't be"? Well, today it's my turn to tell to flip the coin and watch <span style="font-style: italic;">As Good As It Gets</span> and be happy for the mere fact of feeling happy.</div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-82730773697485232022008-02-25T01:27:00.002+03:002011-02-27T01:18:49.781+03:00The Inheritance of Blame<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3FMVWF5q5su9BdP1mJ16Fuj5EGH-frFb0IY_t8iAF_3HxoRVonowTmTvdpTrKzH9Ren7-pMbjtEFEQRQq2yu0zjoNBQP_vniEvfQDKpCRIFKvY9SvNcZilGxWt0aUSKwThN3VkQAVMc4/s1600-h/Blame.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170692888969001218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3FMVWF5q5su9BdP1mJ16Fuj5EGH-frFb0IY_t8iAF_3HxoRVonowTmTvdpTrKzH9Ren7-pMbjtEFEQRQq2yu0zjoNBQP_vniEvfQDKpCRIFKvY9SvNcZilGxWt0aUSKwThN3VkQAVMc4/s320/Blame.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I do not comment on political topics and this post isn't one, it relates more to the human side effects of a political situation.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">The current situation is boiling and patriotism is the new hot topic of the week. Amazing how diverse hot topics we have in comparison to our small population and relatively minor accomplishments.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Though the treason accusations are being thrown like there is no tomorrow and regardless of the validations and reasons for such demeaning acts, many actions have been suggested to set an example for whomever steps on our unity. Among those actions, is the demand to drop the Kuwaiti nationality from the infamous MPs.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">We have all the right to be patriots, to protect years of accumulated gains and to prevent anything that may penetrate our united country. But as per Kuwaiti Nationality law, children are being granted the Kuwaiti nationality by inheritance from their father. So if we ask the government to drop Kuwaiti nationalities then we are actually taking away their kids nationality and producing a new breed of non Kuwaitis which had nothing to do with their parents acts. I've skimmed the newspapers and failed to notice anything related to the consequences of any of the suggested demands.<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I know the situation is severe but don’t those kids deserve a pause to think about them and to protect them and their rights from the consequences of such demands. We are bursting and it seems that we are growing less and less rational lately. Are we allowed to force them to seek a new home, a new identity and a new nationality when the only place they know is Kuwait?<o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">We inherit the genes, the debts and the family name, but we do not inherit the consequences of our parents’ actions and their believes. I know some may argue that those seeds are corrupted and shall result with nothing but corrupted plants. And those kids are probably brain washed and totally soaked with their parents’ thoughts and ideologies. But are we allowed to play God and destroy their lives? to leave them wandering with no future and no purpose?<br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I couldn’t care less for the MPs as they shall reap what they sow, but if we are asking to drop the Kuwaiti nationality from them for the best interest of our country then let us take the necessary lawful preventions for the sake of those innocent kids who are blamed for nothing but being born with such parents.</div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-70361414157155406062008-01-27T01:27:00.002+03:002011-02-27T01:26:39.636+03:00Happy Birthday My Love 2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmGoIL0gLDupvTqsWBtPizEO7N3jX0tXk0IpETvE7vlsZnYYqGRPpBQ8As9LR0TIwwD7Iw6OeKz21k0Hv4Q5QAyht8dqoPYFZyNjlw9KTv2y3gNp1MmE3t4rojo2p-edYnYqFbS9davc/s1600-h/Memoir_by_Valimar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159365767114812306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmGoIL0gLDupvTqsWBtPizEO7N3jX0tXk0IpETvE7vlsZnYYqGRPpBQ8As9LR0TIwwD7Iw6OeKz21k0Hv4Q5QAyht8dqoPYFZyNjlw9KTv2y3gNp1MmE3t4rojo2p-edYnYqFbS9davc/s320/Memoir_by_Valimar.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">It’s your birthday; I've never forgotten it and never will.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">I wonder what’s your birthday story going to be like? Who are you going to share it with and who will tease you that you’ve grown one more year older.<o:p> </o:p></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Words are eluding me when there are so many things I want to say. I miss you, I love you and I hope you are happy wherever you are.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">You are gone and here I am, fulfilling my promise to celebrate your birthday. You’ve never left my thoughts and have been shadowing my breathes. As you blow your candles, my heart will embrace that split second and wish you a happy long life.<br />
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I wish that you're being compensated for your sad life which was nothing but a disaster zone.<br />
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I wish your smile never departs your lips with a real satisfaction with life.<br />
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I wish that your road leads you to flourishing ends.</div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-18567362587750587992008-01-21T23:11:00.004+03:002011-02-27T01:28:05.523+03:00My Weakness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkh0jqUjSnVFU_85Oz7aQWlNumyz_t3UxQYWJkYD9TDIajPunZiP6ddjC8GH1NvZGI1aZjywZ4eTQk-D2JXykUJOyhGXz7aYpgBQx19PotylL_xJSfybDAE_pFm8bqZLG2cC1GhFVZN4/s1600-h/22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157683897665660434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkh0jqUjSnVFU_85Oz7aQWlNumyz_t3UxQYWJkYD9TDIajPunZiP6ddjC8GH1NvZGI1aZjywZ4eTQk-D2JXykUJOyhGXz7aYpgBQx19PotylL_xJSfybDAE_pFm8bqZLG2cC1GhFVZN4/s320/22.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">Mistake after mistake, disappointment after disappointment and everything seems to be draining me with one thing and one thing only, my weakness.</span><o:p></o:p></span> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">There are certain things you cannot share and vent to anyone, not because they are pieces of secrets that may cause inevitable damage, because they are simply unspoken words about your untouched fragile core. Those little things that define you and you don't talk about but rather being grasped through years of knowing you. That sacred sphere of emotions, the disguise of weakness that paralyze the brain cells, the things which are kept unwrapped and hidden as natural spontaneous defense tactic.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Taking advantage of your weakness hurts the most when it is being done by those who you care about the most, when you know that no matter what they do, you shall not resent them. If your weak point is that you forgive those who you love no matter what and always find an excuse for whatever action that hurts you which shall be will be written off and forgotten. It just hurts tremendously when they take your forgiveness for granted, when they know the secret reset button in your system.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Every single one has a weak point which shatters all the toughness apart to the point that nothing is held back anymore. I don't detest my weakness, It is my motivation and what defines me, what makes who I am. Many try to hide their weakness by camouflaging the appearances but sooner or later the mask falls down and that shield is penetrated by those who knows you the best and what a magnificent feeling it is to have an oasis for your fears and a well for your emotions where you spell them with the least care of the world. But as life evolves, the scene progresses and the prestige is unfolded for the wrong hands. It's not a matter of mistrust, it's taking advantage of my weakness to serve their benefits. I guess many of us has done it when we were kids and had tried to take advantage of our parents love to stay an extra hour late or to have an extra candy bar. But with grown ups is it inexplicable to keep pressing that hidden button to reach their goals, optimizing their gains and exposing my vulnerability. To persist in cutting my roots and leaving me to wither, to self patch my wounds and lick my pains away, to rebuild what has been ruined by their own doings.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Why do they do it and keep doing it, even when I emphasize on the fact that taking advantage of it shall cause catastrophic results and they will be permanently exterminated from my life. The only explanations that makes sense of repeated hits is that they know that they have their forgiveness in advance, that my flames shall leave my heart aching with the burnt ashes condensing the pain and clotting my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">My heart can't simply afford more losses, as each loss dissolves part of it and all I'm left with is a small part that barely holds me back from collapsing and preserving me from turning into a rusty machine. I cannot afford losing the remaining of it. It hurts too much and I can't bear the idea of stepping on my heart and watching it fading away. Nothing will revive the dead parts of me and I shall take a deep look into their eyes screaming WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME? Haven't you done enough!! Haven't I Given enough?!</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">I know that my heart is extremely brittle with those I love and my forgiveness is granted. And I shall live with my curse as each pound smashes the heart to the point that a heartbeat is merely for pumping blood into my weak veins.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Just hand me that piece of my heart and set me free. I've lost too much too early and what's remaining is barely enough for the journey to come.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-59959132642432168002007-12-29T05:00:00.000+03:002007-12-29T05:35:51.694+03:00Kuwaiti's Newlyweds Tactics<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfN9u0nJS1A0pH1VRJ9y3BWNraSfIGsgj8Ygfaz-5TufIKGZPbLZPlAo2oMYa7qt8UrBG5sszin0IvECBia38eSM9Q2Fc6a8mO89UK3Q6mwQietv4H1ZTwRbcQ3Bk8UJ-h2SRt9eTY-w/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfN9u0nJS1A0pH1VRJ9y3BWNraSfIGsgj8Ygfaz-5TufIKGZPbLZPlAo2oMYa7qt8UrBG5sszin0IvECBia38eSM9Q2Fc6a8mO89UK3Q6mwQietv4H1ZTwRbcQ3Bk8UJ-h2SRt9eTY-w/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147667664564200946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Disclaimer:</span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The post is based on actual conversations and doesn't necessary reflects my opinion.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The following is a result of repetitive conversations between any guy who's planning to get married (<span style="font-weight: bold;">traditionally</span>) and </span><span style="font-style: italic;">a group of married guys </span><span style="font-style: italic;">with the guidelines of dealing with a new marriage as proposed and extracted from their experience. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">It's a controversial topic to tackle and married guys are the only ones who are entitled to apprehend it accurately.</span><br /><br /><br />Married guys tend to advice bachelors who plan to get married by providing them with a set of rules and tactics.<br /><br />As shockingly and provocative as it might sound to many (specially girls) the first rule is to assume that the girl is naive no matter how educated and intellectual she is. There are exceptions, but better be safe than sorry by assuming that and dealing accordingly.<br /><br />To make it clearer. No matter how smart a girl is, first and foremost during the first days of engagement is to say <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span> without offering any apparent reason because no matter how convincing you are, you'll never win an argument due to the very simple reason that a girl shall always drift you into non rational dimensions. She'll never give up and shall elude you by leading you to her maze of thoughts. Sha'll drain your energy till you give up and say "OK" for sake of dropping off the topic and out of frustration.<br /><br />Just say some<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span></span>few<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>NOs </span>without any explanation from the beginning so when the shit hits the fan you might use it and save yourself a week of headache. The girl won't nag for an explanation for irrational requests if she knows that sometimes a "no" is just a "no". A girl's perspective is never as a man's perspective and she'll never grasp the things you might see, so save yourself the trouble and use the magical word. <span style="font-style: italic;">(this advice has been emphasized to those who tend to debate and discuss everything logically and trying to convince the other party, as you can't convince someone who is mostly emotional and hormonal with high dependency on mothers, sisters and friends to formulate opinions).</span><br /><br />A girl is a gifted natural negotiator with stacks of arguments, so never try to outsmart her in her own field, yet don't be a herded sheep. She loves her ideas and you can almost always convince her with your idea by managing to make it look like it's all hers. Simply let her reach that idea by her own while you pave the way.<br /><br />Always clearly state the things you care about which are essential to you and <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">never</span> try to hide them or even rectify them. If you love fishing a lot, admit it. If you are a soccer fanatic, say it out loud. If you think that friends gatherings are sacred (dewaneya) then spell it out. You don't want to argue "you didn't say so".<br /><br />And always make it up to her in every possible way, don't go too far in perusing your habits over her expenses. Give her her fair share of time, show interest in her essentials and try to indulge her. Always dedicate that time completely to her with no interruptions whatsoever. Then and only then, you are allowed to have your time with no worries and guilt. Just try to balance it out. Marriage doesn't mean slicing yourself from your old life completely, it's a matter of balance, understanding & priorities.<br /><br />A crucial tactic is trying to be crude in the early days of engagement, not to be too easy going, looking all cute and acting so romantically. Just try to manifest your bad sides and never the other way around. Don't go over the fence with it and get carried away but try to resemble your bad days and gloomy moods. Let her get a taste of what might she be facing in one of those bad days. It's drawing the first image phase. Girls are proned to remind you of every single change and incident in your life and act like a breathing reminder with the most lovable line "You've changed a lot since we got married". The thing is that girls fail to realize that you can't always be in a great mood, funny, open for discussions and listening to her girly complaints.<br /><br />If you show your bright side first (without pretending something you are not) then you'll always be compared to that first image you helped to draw. The idea is to let her adapt and totally accept your negative sides (nothing outrageous) so when you are both on for the rest of your lives, she'll manage to deal with you and won't say "You've never been like that before". It's a way to make a girl know that there is plenty of good sides in your bucket than those down times, to have that first image backing you up in case subconsciously she refers to it.<br /><br />Always show your jealousy in a reasonable scale and never try to cut her from her old life. She's always had her own circle of friends and habits and you must accept them and don't enforce changes unless they don't fit a marriage life style.<br /><br />Show that you care about things that thrills her and bring it up every once in a while to show that you do care even if you are not interested in a certain topic.<br /><br />A girl is molded with a nagging potion that you can't break, accept it and deal with it. Don't fight it back specially if you have short tolerance to nagging and with tantrums tendency. It's the way they are, they've been designed in that way and you have to take the whole package.<br /><br />Those are some of the tactical guidelines that keep popping up for every new possible groom. Lots of whispers and plenty of plans.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">P.S.<br /><br /></span>After hearing those advices, a single thought bugged me, it's too complicated to follow. It's supposed to be spontaneous, sure there are compromises, sacrifices and adjusting. But I've always felt it's supposed to be much simpler.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">P.P.S.<br /><br /></span>Apart from the content, I love the scene when a poor friend who's about to get married gets cornered by the married wolves pack and they start feeding him all the necessary information to insure the success of the marriage while all outsiders (singles) are kept aside with no chance to offer anything. All eyes are on him and he's trying to grasp as much data as possible and not being able to voice his opinion. It's download time for him not processing time.<br />It amuses me and always reminds me of "Khalti Gmasha" when So'ad Abdullah ges to live with her in-laws and on the first day she has to swallow all the crapped rules from Mariam Al-Saleh & Mariam Al-Ghadhban :)<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-67206774559115464252007-12-02T00:12:00.004+03:002011-02-27T01:28:40.719+03:00212 :: The Anniversary<span style="font-size: 100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbzkeoInStXcy42TAdp3VlWTDikMo4IW-zfFqUDKsGmXc4oQHwdCrLhCxMRODjyfdzMoiPfEX7pUwqK9d-PWTzB1EU9w_YeU5iUaNT5lum7sxAdStFYnAxYxydPxUKsKu4mAmKr2rXHI/s1600-h/15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137617563370120626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbzkeoInStXcy42TAdp3VlWTDikMo4IW-zfFqUDKsGmXc4oQHwdCrLhCxMRODjyfdzMoiPfEX7pUwqK9d-PWTzB1EU9w_YeU5iUaNT5lum7sxAdStFYnAxYxydPxUKsKu4mAmKr2rXHI/s320/15.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /></a><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: small;">My dearest friend, all of that and many more and you are still wondering!!<br />
Why memories are glued to my days?<br />
Why the clock ticks and time doesn't pass?<br />
Why I'm shadowed with every step on my path?<br />
Why when I narrow my world it comes to one person <span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"her"</span>?<br />
Why when I'm fully alive, I'm still imprisoned inside?<br />
Why the reflection in the mirror isn't mine anymore?</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because all I am is because of <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">her</span>.<br />
Because when you truly love someone, she's in your heart, in your mind and never really gone and keep coming back anytime all the time.<br />
Because the absence is too excruciating for my heart and mind to bear.<br />
Because the memories take my mind off the impossibility of my condition.<br />
Because she's everywhere and everything.<br />
Because she's the ultimate inevitable in my life.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's my anniversary and I choose to live it for the sound that used to be and the remaining residing silence, for the warmth that once existed in my iced veins. </span><span style="font-size: small;">I refuse to skip a single heart beat without thinking about <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">her.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">I wonder if the she acknowledges the date. I wish her all the best as I love her and miss her to the point an atom splits with its desires with every pulse in my heart.</span></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1475744528944489402.post-86771204766965940812007-11-18T02:28:00.001+03:002011-02-27T01:29:58.346+03:00Bloggers End<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsXf4L9q4HAtnsLxppI5qJr8VGD1ZoCkOz5JU-sICTk8e6JLG_O985mqFJjAwM66dU6MZZE392bdkbrREfl1702AR6txAxjWbKwTX_97hp3HwgpI7It38_-aowfMyn4YZWPG_mdT_SI4/s1600-h/96.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133955785922700706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQsXf4L9q4HAtnsLxppI5qJr8VGD1ZoCkOz5JU-sICTk8e6JLG_O985mqFJjAwM66dU6MZZE392bdkbrREfl1702AR6txAxjWbKwTX_97hp3HwgpI7It38_-aowfMyn4YZWPG_mdT_SI4/s320/96.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">For whatever reason drives someone to blog and share own thoughts, events and emotions. At some level and to some degree it revolves around therapeutic writing. And as with every successful therapy, comes a healing to end it. Which makes me wonder how long does it take for the effects to kick in?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">How many bloggers have chosen to abandon their blogs when they felt that it's the right time. I'm not talking about impulsive blogs that come and disappear or those who wants to give it a shot, I'm talking about those who are committed to their blogs, who gave their heart and soul to it and once they reach their saturation point, off they go.<o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">How many bloggers are there in everyone's list who aren't active anymore, who have stopped abruptly, some have had their share of farewells and some felled from the face of blog-o-sphere and walked away.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">I've been told by a friend that writing might be the perfect solution for my lack of venting and to avoid explosion, I do spell my emotions into posts that are saved as drafts and most probably won't be posted until I reach a cooling point, just having them out of my chest might ease it a little bit.<o:p> </o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;">Then when does it end if a relief isn't achieved? When blogging starts to turn into an addiction, to a constant urge for that emotional adrenaline shot to keep things balanced and slowly developing new needs & new habits which start to take over. And instead of being imprisoned with certain emotions, people are imprisoned in posts.<o:p></o:p></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">How many out there think they've been cured and are ready to quit and vanish? How long does it take for a blog to die? What does it take to turn your back for your blog? How long will it last? How long will I last?</div><div class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; text-align: justify; unicode-bidi: embed;"><o:p></o:p></div>Touchéhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02339693515655879143noreply@blogger.com28