Diaries of March

This is how it really goes, you really never get where its taking you, the darkest days, the changing seasons, they always lead you to where you're thinking, its always like this, since childhood, I never understood that concept, but I was really suspicious of what it was, now I realize, I see this is where the dark path leads you, where the rock bottom takes you, Life takes you away from home, away from beloveds, to something better, there is a good sequence of rhythmic waves, you're maybe lost, afraid, you think its the end of your life, the end of the good in your life, but by then after the dark nights pass, you will come to the light, to the secret behind the misery, you will never get it, you're apart but into another better station, it really happens for a reason, this is the secret of life, the power of a thought, that you do create, and shine. You live and you take what people give you, many kinds of music, their taste, their lyrics, after hating memories th...

People, they always know the tiniest ways to let you down, after raising you really high, maybe this is how it goes, this is the essence of life, is to get smacked by persons to learn, or more specific to survive and live, we all know that we really cant let them go and live by ourselves, they are the interactions that live through us, they are the energy that boasts our egos, some days they take our hands and lead us to light, other times they take us to the darkest forests and dump us there, scared and lost, this kind of interactions splits your inner thoughts, and misleads your brain, a new confusion between black and white, between love and hatred, you are no longer able to distinguish between right and wrong, schizophrenic moments of complete blurriness. unable to say goodbye even by knowing its a must, a concept of time value of time, a lesson in life, they always tend to go, they knew how to get you to paradise, after applying time value concept, they leave you in your insecur...

I really cant believe that we are almost in the second half of 2012, its almost over, growing up was a must, changing views was the only obedient friend that always stuck by my side, not only physically but some kind of mentally growing up, Another new concept of time value of Time, its passing, and its doing so by running faster than a marathon player, faster than blue shiny lightning, 2 minutes that used to count so long, 2 hours that used to feel like years, one week that was far away from our simple vision is actually changing with time, another year passed by the beautiful earth spinning all around the energetic sun, you look in the mirror and see,maybe the same figure of yourself, but a whole another definition of your soul, you either grow apart form this body, in a faster rhythm or you fell and get lost in time,hand in hand with your body,  as we become closer to the end of this year, just like any other, we think, reconcile, imagine, and resolute. sometimes bein...

And I wake up everyday in grace for the things I have had, and I do have something is lost, a room escape of my daydreaming, one key is missing, one motivational idea, encouraging feeling that flows from inside, is lost just like my lungs awaits for the smoke of a cigarette, this is exactly how I feel about you, poisonous but wanted, I want to feel again, not the paradise of happiness, nor the bottom line of depression but rather than this all, the euphoric sense of tragedy and drama, a strong smell of perfume, that might mist-fully make you feel like suffocating, but still awakens your heart tubes Lost in time and in words, I feel the midnight's depression following me all along, keeping me alert and brainlessly awake, as my fingers hits the musical melody, my brain goes deeper in sleep the slow beats of the delicate heart, pumps the vibes inside, flowing streams of blood refresh the soul and leave my body asleep in time Oh how I wish for t...

Maybe I sounded crazy and disconnected, but I felt it the scented air as I walk through the building, Couldn't even control the craziness to hide it though hard as stones to the bloody strings facts that are delusional, but I miss you I miss a lie, a drop of rain, a sound of thunder impending happiness adjacent to the edge, counting days to finish it up, finish us up  dreams are shown mistakenly I lay down to the sweet sin of life I bow down to desires  yet I stand up so high to pride, Mixed indescribable feelings charge the air I breath  I've been there before, I've been there,  I felt okay remembering the situation, the hard lessons that burned my skin and left un-demolished scars of life, what else can I say, to what I know that lays in the future to what I knew before its going to be life after you again,  the only thing remains the same is the sentence but a different you a...

Not only to you my loveliest mornings, but to my inner self that denied all the matters and dreamed about dispensing lies and illusions, I can never forget the excitements, each fresh morning