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I only knew you from the stroke of your brush

excerpts:

"I know where I stand then, I in front, you in the back. One day, it will be you in front and I'll be in the back of the room, applauding with the rest of the heads with listening ears. Cheering you on. May that day come. May you shine ever brighter, so that in our distance I would still be able to see the strokes of your brush."

Close One Chapter, Open Another.

The Dark Ages has passed. The plague has left the corpses in the streets, orphans we are all as civilization is in smoldering ruin. Never forget, tomorrow's sun brings about the Golden Age.

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My life, if you read on, has been topsy-turvy to say the least, but now it seems a great divide has come. Tectonic forces has shifted and life will never ever be the same. Me, here, standing in a flimsy bridge upon a canyon with thousands of nothingness beneath me. There, my life behind me with all its chaos and rage, poisonous deceit and insatiable greed, hatefully staring at me as I leave its plateau. Before me, the great unknown. The life I have always dreamed is finally before me. Shining and brilliant as promised. Still far away. Fear creeps. The violent winds push and sway. The storm coming, threatening and looming. Is the fear from falling or failing? Or am I afraid to finally live in Paradise without a knife in my hand? Life is fragile now. One wrong move, one slip, one crack, and I fall into nothingness. No turning back.

20-3-14

You are so far away -

- and you have taken my heart with you.

Did you notice that thumping lump by your feet?

Following your steps?

Every heart beat now is too distant, too weak and too far -

far enough that I can't feel my life for years now.

and my body sinks deeper in the grave -

made by my endless walking - in circles -

on the place we once made life.

Trudging again and again -

'til the footprints are six feet deep -

- and I am buried - again and again.

The drudgery of emotions -

- once the prize of my life -

now stands as a haunting relic that stares me each night in the face -

speaks to me in its ghostly whispers:

"Where is she?"

And I wait in the restless, deafening silence.

"Will she come back?"

I lay still and dead to the world that has past me by.

"She will not return -"

"She will not come for you -"

" - nor - will she ever seek you."

The truth echoes in the endless pit where my heart once was.

Yet -

- there -

- still -

 - I wait -

- for you. -

- always -

Untiring, unending march of hope for you -

whom once I called - life -

I wait on you -

- For it never was a choice.

-  It was a promise.

“And that's why i have to go back
to so many places
there to find myself
and constantly examine myself
with no witness but the moon
and then whistle with joy,
ambling over rocks and clods of earth,
with no task but to live,
with no family but the road.”
― Pablo Neruda

“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.”



“We the mortals touch the metals,
the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”



“my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but
I shall go on living.”



― Pablo Neruda

2-25

Morning comes and go
A constant ebb and flow
Time washes with the tide
while love subsides
Always a wait for the next morn
when forever love is born
Never be
will tomorrow bring you to me
Never be
a love renewed for all to see
Time flutters as we do
Lost hearts of mine and you
Promises as fragile as a dew drop
hanging on a thin leaf as gravity never stops
to take away what might have been
And then we all succumb to sin

So goodbye, dearest of all friends,
in the future may we make amends
For now there is nothing left for our eyes to see
but the unsung love that was promised to be
So goodbye, my once called love
May the pain for us both, we can rise above
Through the dust and smoke we'll see through our lives
and in separate mountain tops we'll scream our goodbyes
Life was with meaning before that night of scorn
and so with a heavy heart i am reborn
So goodbye, my once true love
I'll say, I'll shout, I'll scream from above.

The Scientist

Coldplay

Come up to meet you,
Tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are,
I had to find you,
Tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart,
Tell me your secrets,
And ask me your questions,
I know let's go back to the start,
Running in circles,
Chasing our tails, heads on a silence apart.

Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part,
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard,
I'm going back to the start.

I was just guessing,
At numbers and figures,
Pulling the puzzles apart,
Questions of science,
Science and progress,
Did not speak as loud as my heart,
Tell me you love me,
Come back and haunt me,
Oh when I rush to the start,
Running in circles,
Chasing tails,
Coming back as we are.

Nobody said it was easy,
Oh it's such a shame for us to part,
Nobody said it was easy,
No one ever said it would be so hard,
Oh take me back to the start.

In My Place

Coldplay

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah

I was lost, I was lost
Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed
I was lost, oh yeah

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

I was scared, I was scared
Tired and underprepared
But I wait for you

If you go, if you go
Leaving me here on my own
Well I wait for you

Yeah, how long must you wait for him?
Yeah, how long must you pay for him?
Yeah, how long must you wait for him?

Please, please, please
Come on and sing to me
To me, me

Come on and sing it out, out, out
Come on and sing it now, now, now
Come on and sing it

In my place, in my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost, oh yeah
Oh yeah

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.