Friday, November 25, 2005

a letter of simple words

To the lady whom I may never meet again,

Much time has passed since I first had these feelings in my heart. These feelings that were never forgotten. These feelings that brought such warmth to my weakening soul. I had never knew such warmth before I met you. The world may collapse and burn upon the ground that it stands on but I will live on, lingering on these sweet memories of you. For even amidst the terrors of my life, I had always found strength just simply by thinking of your fair face. Just the thought of you brings me renewed courage and hope to cross the obstacles enveloping around me. How much I long to hear your voice, the sweet sounding music that proceed from your lips. They carry on as echoes in my mind, so I can hear them till my end. How adorable you look in all that you do, where ever you are, every second of your beautiful life. My nerves fail me when I see your face and I fall to the ground in awe of the spectacle before me. Without doubt, this will not be so before another. You are all that exists in my world, and may you remain so. Yet it pains me to know that my day of leaving draws close. Is it possible that I may never see you again? This horrible punishment that I know not why is inflicted upon me. It does not matter that I do not find space within your heart. Neither does it matter if I do not even exist in any of your thoughts. All that matters is that it is an allowance for me to love you and to see your face. Now that this right is wrenched out of my grasp, I only know bitterness. All I beg is that you remain in my memories, and all that was done with you...

Gracio meinen musofine Nylekoj, jac var beetion teylhu.

Friday, November 4, 2005

a time of void

The bitter hate that blinds our senses. The seductive joy that plunges us into a world of ecstasy. The fancy hope that gives life a meaning. The somber sorror that destroys our souls. The feelings of the world, they exist as such. And yet of late, I have been unable to feel the dispositions of a normal mortal. I live in void, and the void clouds my thoughts. My heart tells me nothing, and my mind does not know of what to do. I am in a whirl even as I speak. I feel lost and misplaced. A mist deprives me of my sight. A searing cold numbs my sense of touch. My ears are rendered disfuntional by the screeching silence around me. When will I be relieved of my burden? When will I be free of my load? When will I feel life again?