| About me : | THE HISTORY OF My LIFE
I have present so the desire to write my history but I don't know what to tell this age the passion that fled me gives me the desire to be then like an elected of the dream making reflection to what I arrived and I suspect it of what is going to arrive there thus I take my race toward another life another love I lost all hope, emotion, ambition, courage, I feel unbalanced, I stop then one instant I speak to myself how will be able to produce me the morning what I will arrive in the evening, I made this temptation to see the reality, the beautiful life then I don't have any luck more except to find a woman that will be my intended truth, I carry myself well and I make all, I don't want anything and no one can live alone, it is the miracle I cannot take this decision that when my fate grants me to be in this similar state.
I clear well in idea represents it of my desire and I have the very clean vision of it but there is so much happiness or everybody I smiled, so many advice to give to see that I make if I persist tyring then takes a degree of intensity as my intimate view darkens and that I didn't seize anymore through my mind I don't know how to express me.
I started my life with wanting to be then like an elected of the dream making reflection what I would feel and felt the waited surprise then not and the nightmare that I lived since 12 years letting me the desire to commit suicide better than to survive.
I was at my window occupied to look at the stars that bloom joyously to the floors of the sky and to breathe the perfume of the beautiful of night that brought me a torrential rain my thought degenerated in wave dreaming and a species of somnolence began to take me however I remained leaned always on my chair or I fascinate by the charm of the night is by nonchalance and by oblivion for what I waited to risk a last and tentative desperate one.
To all appearances I think that I am not as everybody to be too kind, one calms insults me that is a grant that has me indeed I upset am not the type that licks the hand of others or the kind when he cries it asks for a handkerchief has I surrender and I leave again to begin a true life and it is not I that wrote all it that is my history that wrote it.
Then I live separately since 4 years and I always looked for to that will be able to share me my happiness in spite of the despair, the desire to like, the pleasure to give everything that I possessed, I don't have any luck anymore except finished
my path or can be to meet the hope to find happiness.
Good I have say other only to except by miracle I escape the reality therefore to regain life, I hope for all my heart that I didn't you deceive and to seeing you !
I know well that I am in a critical state, forgive me, I have beautiful searched, I don't have anything that is worthwhile return, my history won't have any end, and nothing comes to cut the monotony from it, today bring tomorrow, as yesterday had brought today and without having self-conceit to be prophet me then to predict the morning, what I will arrive in the evening, boldly.
I laugh but there certainly is not late ! because I never suffered so much, and all these years seemed me a nightmare, it was in my head a labyrinth of uncertainty, I was so mysteriously agitated and tug in all senses I had hopes so extravagant, and how I didn't die to the pain of the despairs so deep that I don't really know, this idea occupied me so that I wondered that one doesn't clearly live it through my body like a candle in a lantern and that someone didn't come to discover, what was the object of my insane desire.
All child I remained merely of the standing whole hours to tell you so indeed I hold good to keep you but I don't know if the reason had to exist
I would have the power of exist !!!
This is a POEM ! ! !
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him.'
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time it might
be too late. |
