ponedjeljak, 27.05.2013.
Tick tock croc
Predosjećaj da će se dogoditi nešto užasno popratile su noćne more. Pritišću prave gumbe. Znaju koju slike prikazati u jezivo realističnoj REM-fazi koje će me proganjati još par dana poslije. Tijekom vožnje u kamionetu baka i teta iskaču van. Vozač usporava,a ja promatram baku i tetu kako se približavaju vodi. Sve je sivo-zeleno te se u vodi pojavljuju krokodili. Baka i teta im se približavaju i miluju ih poput ljupkih kućnih ljubimaca. Uznemireno promatram prizor vičući da se maknu od njih. Vozač je stao i ja se okrećem prema njemu kako bih vidjela tko je za volanom i zašto ne reagira. Čujem vrisak iza svojih leđa te se naglo okrenem. Teta drži u svojoj ruci bakinu ruku i vrišti dokle ju baka zgroženo promatra. Moja razmišljanja o tome kako će me nedostatak bakine ruke vječito podsjećati na vlastitu bespomoćnost izbacuju me u stvarnost. Ne volim više ni spavati .Zašto me nitko nikada ne sluša?
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I used to live in a room full of mirrors,all I could see was me
“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”
Where I'm from, time doesn't exist
Seconds turn into hours,
Years are made of short moments that have already flown away
And our deceptive words are replaced
By music and the colours
That drift like perfumes in the amber air
Are these people real or just ghosts in the wind?
People once believed that when someone dies
a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead…
…But sometimes something so bad happens
that a terrible sadness is carried and the soul can’t rest
then sometimes, just sometimes,
the crow can bring that soul back
to put the WRONG things RIGHT…
Znam da ponekad ostavljam mizantropski dojam ali zapravo imam potrebu pomagati ljudima makar ih ne poznajem i ako ne odgovorim na komentare nije ništa osobno nego mi se jednostavno ne priča ni sa kime ...kasnije ću već odgovoriti ;) I znam da mi naslovi često nisu povezani s tekstom. To ionako napišem prvo što mi pada na pamet. Ne treba se uzrujavati. :)
Woke up to another day in this hellhole.
My mind fucks up my soul.
Sitting in this rubber cell of mine
With nothing sharp whatsoever.
But the mind is as good as any knife
That cuts to the bone.
I don't know what has happened to me
Or how I've sunk so low
I'm trying not to look back
Trying not to remember
I'm sober today
And it's raining again
“Written on Eve’s grave by Adam: “Wherever she was, there was Eden.””
http://www.7cupsoftea.com/1106704
“I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.”
— Anonymous
"In the end, we are all alone. It’s not who loves you, but who you love and you’ll always have that whether that love was reciprocated or not. In the meantime we live this bleak life and modern times of grey skies and electric light. We wait. We pass the time. We listen to music."
-David Gold.
“Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.”
— Ijeoma Umebinyuo
