Monday, November 2, 2015

I was here..

I don't think that much
I just feel the irony in being here
I don't deduct a lot of grieve
I just add the hours of light to being me.

I don't create my surroundings
I just except the illusive dimensions that are
I don't beg for love and compassion
I just offer my heart-unlocking key.

I don't shout so loud
I just whisper convinced I'm not noticed anyway
I don't watch that far ahead
I just see my footsteps fading away in history.
-
Labels: , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Summer is over (and that's a good thing)

The summer this year was an ongoing repeatment of sunshine, hot weather and hardly any rain. It lasted months, this torture of nature. For m...

  • It's not me
    I’m not a pessimist, I just don’t see the light I’m not depressed, I just ran out of pleasure I’m not side tracked, there’s ju...
  • The Deep Waters
    Silently on the banks of the Zêzere just watching the water flow. Passing towns, dams and bridges from a far away Galicia into the river ...
  • The unidentifiable beauty of a social society
    Modern day life is a struggle, a rat race towards a marker in the future. For some that moment in time on the horizon represents the start o...