Otro idioma; ¿Quizás esta vez mis palabras no se pierdan tanto en la traducción?
- S. Harris
Me siento agobiado, después de tanto tiempo de conocernos creí que sería diferente. No esperaba aquél adiós que tuvimos que afrontar, esperaba que lucharas a mi lado por el amor que sentíamos y que saldríamos juntos adelante. Sin embargo, no fue así, decidiste quedarte con él, con lo poco y casi nada que te daba y a mi, me dejaste de lado. Haciéndome sentir solo, rechazado e inconforme.
Por lo visto, nunca me amaste, ni nunca lo harás. Me quedo con el amor propio que me tengo y decido marcharme, que seas feliz o al menos lo intentes.
Bitácora del Provinciano
Hace dos meses que no le veo. Cuando una amistad que se veía tan bonita se acaba; a todo el mundo le urge un explicación. Te miran con la cabeza gacha, como un perrito abandonado: –¡Cómo que ya no se hablan! ¿Qué pasó?–. Algunos hasta te reclaman: –ay no, me encantaba la equipo que hacían>, como que tu estabilidad es un placer que les estás negado por payaso y orgulloso. les digo.
Aquí es donde la historia se complica. La gente quiere más respuestas, quiere más drama. Yo sólo estoy cansado de ser tan ...
-Forgotten her footsteps-
Slfootsteps trace those forgotten paths,
Some tells me stories of where I've stopped,
Some steps asks me why I'm in pain,
Asking me of hurt I go through
Seeking her once accompanying footsteps.
I haven’t been doing so well lately.
I don’t understand how I got this way. I was fine at the beginning of the year.
It starts as being a bit nervous. Time goes on & my stomach clenches up, I get tense. My heart starts racing & I need to pee. I panic. I need to take deep breaths, remind myself it’s not for much longer. I make garbled small talk with my husband to try to calm myself down.
We’re meant to go down to Calgary this weekend. My husband’s mother flew over from BC. There will be a thanksgiving dinner.
The drive is 3 hours each way, and it is hell. It’s hard to stop on a 110 km/h highway with small towns far and few between.
In all of the classical photos of thanksgiving, there is a...
The longer I spend on my own the less I want to partake in the lives of others or society in general for that matter. This illness has isolated me and I'm somewhat glad it did, I let it, I welcomed it. Maybe it's because I have always felt this way even surrounded by people, I didn't feel like anyone wanted me but rather what they could take from me.
Now this room that used to feel like a tomb has become comfort and safety so much so that I could probably spend the rest of my days here quite contently because I don't have to fight for my place anymore, not like I did out there.
I go outside to the odd enjoyment a concert or a play but don't mistake that for me interacting with surrounding...
Believing is such a powerful thing!
If you really believe it's possible,
It is POSSIBLE!
One second thought and it's gone.
We walked in silence,
under the moonlight...
The slow blinking cyclops in the sky,
is watching us tonight..
the world seems blur,
i have just got your sight...
our hands held together and hearts intertwined...
Sometimes I wonder how did we even
land-up together when our thoughts were
Two poles apart!
I’ve seen enough to last me a lifetime
But I’ve been through enough to last me two
-Silence in Echos
Whole lot of life and no fun
Is like nesting in retiary of misery.
He was there when she cried,
When people mistreated her
When she hated her life
When she wanted to end it
But at the end of the day
she always knew
he would be there for her
Not physically, but emotionally
She knew deep down he cared.
You should be inspired by Others,
Learn from them...
But always find your own Path for making your Destiny..And be Original Icon...
People who are inclined to see the faces, I don't think are able to see beyond the looks
The depth of your words won't be enough for them
Connection is build by souls not by bodies
~ Ainain Jalib
And one fine day
the ink dries away;
and Filofax crumbles
with the weight of your phrase
but the fire in rage
and you rip your heart out
Use pain as ink,
and all the sorrows as parchment
You no longer need Paper and a Pen.