are you reading here? i guess not or i am sure not,you've forgotten that i write in here.
this is my little diary and hehe you dont know about it.
i wanted to delete my facebook,but then again i wanted to keep it,because you are in it. the other day you sent me a gift.it had no message and i got the message.
i sometimes look at your drawings. you did none for me. why?
i am asking it because i feel jealous. you draw lots of them for others,but not for me.are you or were you in love with him? i know i wasn't real to you,so you had no obligation,but i so want to know the answer.

pain

And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."

And he said:

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It's a cold sunny day and i am sad.
i wake up everyday, i sleep every night
all the same.
i wait for you to show u, you dont
or even if you do, you dont even look at me.
the other day i went out,when i came back i saw a message, wow,i thought its from you.
but no,it was spam. it wasnt you.
you dont show up anymore, i guess you dont need to.
i am a closed chapter.

you

My soul
Empty as the silence,
Empty with a vague,
Aching emptiness
Desiring,
Needing someone
Something ......

Between Going and Staying

Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause

They don't know,
Those who don't live alone,
How frightening is
Soundlessness;
How a person talks to himself,
How he runs to mirrors,
Hungry for a soul,
They don't know it.

did u listen to the song i posted on my facebook? i love her a lot and i have sent u her songs before.