August 26, 2006
... but still, sometimes our problems, those that seem so huge and so hard to solve, are hardly anything but futile.
August 24, 2006
August 23, 2006
oh my fucking god...
... i'm getting addicted to solitaire. even worse than world of warcraft or cigarrettes, although healthier for sure. this is the proof that i've been in this god forsaken village for too long. help! get me out of here!
(*praying for this week to go as fast as possible*)
August 22, 2006
August 21, 2006
blue
lack of expectations can truly bring the sweetest surprises. that afternoon was the best i could get. how i wish to be with you again by the calm, blue waters, watching the sun warming your ever sweet smile..!
August 17, 2006
August 16, 2006
autumn
autumn arrived sooner this year. the soft, even warm music of the rain announed its return - the raindrops that never dropped today, but that i've been feeling in my once warm skin for quite some time. soon, the durty ground will be spotted by puddles of mud. soon, the wind will run unchecked, chilling the winners and the losers alike. soon, very soon, the trees will be stripped naked, their once proud-green leaves covering the muddy ground, rotting to oblivion. but then again, it won't be that different than now, will it..?
August 15, 2006
murphy was right
when one thing goes wrong, everything else goes wrong was well. as if i wasn't having enough, now my poor connection went mad. one more step towards insanity in this god-forsaken village. i'm so fucked up.
August 14, 2006
i wished...
when i'm sad she comes to me,
with a thousand smile she gives to me free...
it's all right, it's all right, she says,
take anything you want from me.
anything...
(the corrs, little wing; jimi hendrix cover)
the time of trials
i'd given up walking. it was pointless. there was nowhere to go under the scorching sun. i stumbled and i fell, my last strenght leaving my body with every sweat drop that falls to the sand. sand. wish it was quicksand to swallow me whole, to oblivion, until no trace remained of me.
in the end, it's always the same
the thing is, i'm always expecting the worse. and one day i hit the mark.
August 13, 2006
message in a bottle
walked out this morning, don't believe what i saw:
hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore.
seems i'm not alone in being alone,
hundred billion castaways, looking for a home.
(the police)
hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore.
seems i'm not alone in being alone,
hundred billion castaways, looking for a home.
(the police)
thorns
life is but a narrow path in a jungle of thorns. we walk it blindfolded only to bleed until the end.
August 12, 2006
flesh wound
when we have a flesh wound on our knee, no matter how careful we are, we can't avoid the inevitable: something will going to hit the wound, causing it to bleed again. the same goes for our weaknesses. we can try to hide them, to be stronger than them, but in the end, they always mean our failure. our demise. because, in one way or another, they will be exposed - and unavoidable.