Face The Truth

Sometimes, when I woke up I was confused .. I have achieved all. When I woke up I was always staring out the window, I'm always stunned to see the pensive face on the crowded street and then right away .. I ask ..
I always wanted to know why a child crying in the arms of the mother who is dismissive.If there are no limits for me to explore it all? All of which I live, I eat, the exalted and desired by all, feels like a cruelty which is based on selfishness.The same atrocities as the blood shed in slaughter.This is the time when the truth came to me and drew his sword, the point where the truth is revealed, the truth about how cruel I was to myself

 

 

I will always let my imagination rip screaming in my mind for words without reflection behavior.

Gil Hills
Again, a hard blow on my face ..
Hit with a thousand words in, like a chasm in the ocean...
Came without warning like a predator who is lurking from hiding..
Ripping my eyelids, forcing me to accept the scorching sunshine...
My eyes, which have been used to staring at the dark, like a dark night in the ocean...
With their claws gripping jaw , forced to not bite my tongue and make me feel the pain of helplessness and silent..
Only the soul that is able to escape..
Ran into a beautiful green meadow with a cool beam of the sun..
This time, I realized that I really was not a king, let alone a knight..

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Accept the fact that it is not easy, because the reality is sometimes the worst thing in our lives . But a sacred word to say that "behind the difficulty there is relief .. behind the difficulty there is relief". Also not easy to convince others to accept the fact, but it is easy for us to be patient. Because it is very beautiful to me to calm individuals who regret for his actions .
Nothing says "you should" in advising, there is only "you better" ...
and better I dwell ...

 

V M A D

January 3rd 2012

A good friend is a friend who is always there. friends will not feel disappointed when he was alone. and here I am with a story told by a friend ... I've heard stories with imagination, which I gently swing in the wave form of thought

 

Secret Is Beautiful
 

      One time I walked with my Love in a park, and she started a beautiful conversation "Do you love me ..?". "Do not answer" she interrupted quickly. I did not say anything, I just immediately gripped her hand, looked into her eyes and smiled and gently kissed the back of her fingers. Then she calmly said, "I was the secret ...". I was amazed and asked "what do you mean ...?". she started staring at my eyes with a smile and explain "love is having. And I, was the secret. then give yourselves to time to be a part of me. Not because love is wrong or forbidden, but that our love becomes precious, to be beautiful, hidden and properly stored in our hearts, away from the world and the cruelty, away from everyone and their bad judgments ..., so I think this will just be mine and yours. as proving to ourselves that me and you can trust ourselves each, to trust each other when time and distance separate us ". and she kissed the back of my fingers.

I can only smile at her words. And suddenly it becomes more beautiful afternoon ... and the next was very meaningful for me. I love her ....

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Secret for me is beautiful. something that can not be touched or perhaps imagined by the people. in my position as a friend, appreciating the secret is like being the last bodyguard guarding a treasure that is unmatched. Isn't very romantic if only you and people that you love who understands the depth of love and trust .Thank you 

V M A D