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Yesterday !...the ash which seldom keeps a  random shape intact - What's left from the pass of time; no mercy, like a scorching wave... Or a smile, ripped, torn apart, no longer able to react, Yesterday...a hero story - rotten bones inside a grave... Today?...dying lights - stars fading, as they follow one way goals; Dreams unscarred, still far away from fate's so cruel reality. A tall peak, where yearn lies in wait, to see what future holds, Or the edge where wish and memory are destined one to be. Tomorrow?...a shrug, as answer to a riddle - not a test: Heaven...hell... Up there, with angels, or simply left underground? Hopeless h

For the past 3 days she struggled on that restless road she went; Would've circled the entire earth, without the need to rest: She believed, so much, so blindly... How deep, and how far can go The faith that runs inside a crumbled, sad, lonely and darkened soul... "It can't be, She must be able to make him breathe again, cry !" She thought, while she kept approaching Mary, looking falsely shy. "Even the most heartless being would cry, as its only child Would die in its arms, stop breathing... You know it would surely try Anything within its power... And You must know how I feel As I stand in front of You, and with my heart aching, I

It gets darker and it's raining... While I think up, silently, In my head, a shape starts forming From my previous worry... You come sneaking from behind, I don't even feel you there; Place your soft hands on my eyes, And gently make me aware. It has been just for an instant, And will never reappear... Where are you? You feel so distant... That presence once felt so near...

I am hanging on the edge By a mere strain of hair. My mind cannot comprehend Which is here and which is there; But I'm choking in the darkness, As I try to get a grip - I so want to find the answer, I'll dig no matter how deep ! I'm not crazy, as I lay down Calmly, almost getting numb. I feel peace when in this home though, Such a large and silent tomb... I'm not crazy, though I see that Many reasons are to be. Or... I lost my comprehension... I may be...but cannot see... Who called out my name? Oh, no one... It was only in my head... Who would call me at this hour? Who would care? - that's better said. What's that clatter

I don't really know why I'm writing to you. I feel as if something of great value is missing; I feel the need of a friendship to which I would entrust all the nothings which keep coming... Maybe I'm writing to myself...

For the past 3 days she struggled on that restless road she went; Would've circled the entire earth, without the need to rest: She believed, so much, so blindly... How deep, and how far can go The faith that runs inside a crumbled, sad, lonely and darkened soul... "It can't be, She must be able to make him breathe again, cry !" She thought, while she kept approaching Mary, looking falsely shy. "Even the most heartless being would cry, as its only child Would die in its arms, stop breathing... You know it would surely try Anything within its power... And You must know how I feel As I stand in front of You, and with my heart aching, I

With time, so many things got lost; At times though, still appear Some flashes - I believe my past, To remind me what's real... If I had not met you that time, I would've died in vain; Instead you came, stayed by my side, And in my mind remained... But soon enough, everything changed, You changed, I don't know why; Nothing had been quite like before, As much as I would try... . . . . . Behind there is an immense hole, An unclarified dream. From all my past, all that I know Is I loved you for real...

Pity I feel for today, and fear I feel for tomorrow. That is all that is left. Sweet dreams, with no pain or sorrow, Flee, run, go away ! Stop sharing me all those illusions; I now know what to do, there is no trace of confusion. All that was good is no more, and this is what will now follow: Pity I feel for today, and fear I feel for tomorrow...

Dear X, Please forgive me for not thinking about you as often as I used to - I did not forget, but merely had too much on my mind, too much to take care of, and all those thoughts simply overwhelmed my already troubled head... This is for you, to show you that I still remember, that everything is still in my memory, as if only a few days have passed... Do you remember that time in kindergaten, when I broke my arm, and the next day, how everyone started writing and drawing stuff on my plaster? Or how much fun it was when that mouse scared the hell out of everyone, and when I eventually caught it, how everybody was fleeing in all directions,