Monthly Archives: January 2014

He looked at he…

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it.

Leo Tolstoy-Anna Karenina

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In every heart…

In every heart there is an essence of sadness.

Where beauty lies not in the pain

but in the anticipation of happiness.


On a rare occasion…

On a rare occasion

one can meet

a soul who is

made from the same fabric.

Connected by love

and defying all reason.

The intensity of the moment

forever burns in the memory.

 


The sun came out…

The sun came out

from behind the clouds

she took a deep breath

and slowly let it out

Her hands clutched tight

onto the steering wheel.

Foot pressed hard onto the

gas pedal.

Going forward into the unknown

never looking back

in the rearview mirror.


In solitude…

In solitude under the stars.

The horizon disappeared

as the moon shone bright.

She blended into the landscape

and escaped from herself.


Her light extinguished…

Her light extinguished before

its time.

The darkness weighed

heavily on her mind.

Nothing could help her escape.

Except for the dreams she

had hidden away.

 


She tried to erase…

She tried to erase

the shadow in her heart.

But, he was the image

that haunted her life.