mystery♥.
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dream like dreamers do♥.
in my ears .
just another crush♥.
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And speak in a language you can understand.
" is a photodiary I've decided to initiate, compiling day to day events with a snapshot of a moment of the day.
snapshot of a minute in my life, that caught my eye, with a caption of sorts, either explaining the picture or describing my emotions.
I have been told that I never really open up myself to others, and more often than not, I leave people wondering what I truly feel or giving them confusing signals.
Thus, this photodiary, is in a sense, a window to my head.
All my thoughts, my emotions, everything I usually keep out-of-sight, will be put under here, other then my regular blog posts, which are usually not very informative.
Welcome, to the chaos and mess in my head.
I hope you'd find something that speaks to you, whether to pull you through something difficult, or to relate to.
In 365 Days: Run to Me
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Someone told me very recently,
"Those people who have had near-death experiences, be it intentional or unintentional,
Come back with a zest for life. They understand. They've seen. Now they want to live."
I find myself wondering
"Did I lose mine? Or perhaps I've never had it before?"
A spider can build its web over and over again,
Despite being torn away by the elements.
Shouldn't I stand up again and again,
Despite being brought down by things around me?
In me lately, there's a desperate want to live.
To throw caution to the wind and breathe.
Forget everything that's tying me down and go.
Move. Where the winds take me, like a wanderer.
Can you imagine being free?
To climb the mountains and look for the Yeti.
To swim on the beaches of the Mediterranean.
To dance on the streets of Spain.
I need to find my peace.
I see many people around me living half their lives
Just wasting away, not knowing what they truly want or need to fill that gap in their hearts and souls.
I don't want to be like that.
I don't want to wake up one day to realise that
Half my life is gone
And I've done nothing with it.
I have nothing to pass on.
I want to be able to sit on the sofa
After dinner
And regale my grandchildren and children with tales
Of adventures and experiences and people
I want to be able to have a story to pass on.
My story to pass on.
For the next generation to learn from.
For the next generation to follow.
I want to live a life well-lived.
And when I am on my death-bed,
I can smile and say,
"I had a great time here. Now what's next?"
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