niedziela, 29 maja 2011

.Lake of Pain.

Sometimes when something's happen and I swam in my own tears I know that I am in Lake of Pain at that moment. Every moves are so painful, because its so cold....My tears are so cold.... I can't go to the edge. I must swim and swim until my heart stop crying....

niedziela, 24 kwietnia 2011

.Exist.

Our lives are like a mirror. They still have another face. Sometimes we can see only beautiful things... But sometimes we can see the Shadow. It is dark and full of pain. Shadow can disapear as fast as it comes. When we look at it-we are sad. We don't want to look. We don't want to exist....
But we are...
We exist...
I exist....
You exist....

poniedziałek, 11 kwietnia 2011

.Then.

Then....it was so beautiful.
Then....we were smile and happy.
Then....it was The Love.
Then....our eyes always looking to the second part.
Then....our hearts were together and they were one.


Now...it's just a memory...
but memories are leave with time...fade....

środa, 6 kwietnia 2011

.River.

Life is like a river. Still runs, turns, runs... But sometimes it gets a short break - when we look... when we think... when we know about IT , but we can't say anything... You know me. I know you. It's dead end. We miss, we cry...
like a river...
like river...
like our river...

poniedziałek, 4 kwietnia 2011

.Silent Story.

Once upon a time it was The Silent Wind. He walked around the world and sang sad songs.  One day he met a girl. She was delicate and beautiful like a cold spring morning. Nobody knew her name, but she was happy when she was alone. The Silent Wind and the girl were very good friends. Every morning and every evening he came to her and sang. But one night when The Silent Wind sang the most beautiful in the all world the girl kissed him. The Wind turned into a boy. He was wonderful but very quiet and secretive. But she didn't care about it. Her kiss was like primrose petal brush. He couldn't stopped looking at her. And they've been together forever and the rest of the days...

niedziela, 3 kwietnia 2011

.My questions without your answers.

When you met HER- what did you do?
When you felt HER smell- what did you think?
When you saw HER warm smile- what did you want to do?
When SHE gave you the love- what did you feel?

♥