Here we go again

Знам че май почти никой не посещава този блог, но пък на мен си ми прави кеф понякога просто да напиша какво ми е а пък ако някой го види и оцени като нещо със някаква стойност, още по-добре.


Така, откъде да започна...защо не с няколко любими цитата, ето и първия:


This is who I am
Escapist
Paradise Seeker
Farewell, time to fly
Out of sight
Out of time
Away from all lies


това е от една любима песен
 ето още 1 също от песен която много харесвам


And i can't tell if you're laughing
Between each smile there's a tear in your eye
There's a train leaving town in an hour
It's not waiting for you, and neither am I


така мога да продължа много дълго със какви ли не цитати, но засега нека бъдат само тези, нищо чудно да останат само те, времето ще покаже.


ето и малко собствено "творчество"

Love and hatred. Two opposite sides. Who knew that the one could not exist without the other? Yes, strange isn’t it? Duo to my brief experience I found out that truth…and it was nothing but new burst of irony. Yes, to hate is to think about someone, to care about someone even if you want to see that person suffering you still care about what is happening to him/her…and if you have ever truly loved that person, the one you hate at this moment, well then the love isn’t fully gone. It will probably never be. The love and the hatred, they are always together, always they are walking side by side, inseparable. What once had been love turns into hatred later, and this hatred proves that the loves isn’t dead. And you will be free of this only once your anger and hatred had cooled down, once everything turns into mare image from the past…sometimes I wish this happened, sometimes I wish this happens, but do I truly want this to go away? Not sure, cause yet this is a huge part of me, and I am not that eager to separate and forget about some parts of myself. It’s hard, but not that hard as now I know and She knows.

или пък това 

Nearby Winter

Snow is falling

Wound is bleeding

Beauty, dying

Angels weeping.

The tree is here

But the flower’s gone

The clouds are coming

Left tears, none.

The sun away is

But apart from that

The rain is here

That’s far not bad.

The snow is falling

The world’s awaking

The one’s approaching

And the blackness breaking.

(не бих казал че е довършено но за сега ще остане в тази си форма)