duminică, 28 februarie 2021

Abia atunci

 PE MINE ZILELE CU SOARE MA DEPRIMA, ZILELE CU SOARE IMI INTUNECA FERICIREA ... ELE SUNT SINGURELE CARE PUN IN LUMINA SINGURATATEA MEA! 

IMI PLAC ZILELE CU NORI SI CU PLOAIE, TUNETE SI FULGERE IN NOPTI INTUNECATE... ATUNCI NU SE VEDE NIMIC,  ATUNCI FURTUNILE ACOPERA TIPATUL SINGURATATII MELE, NU-L MAI AUDE NIMENI SI NU-L MAI AUD NICI EU...

ABIA ATUNCI IMI ESTE BINE!

sâmbătă, 29 august 2020

Letter to AZS

    I'm writing a letter, which I know I am not gonna write... if that make sense to you... and I won't  ever finish it, cuz I can't,  there's so many things to say,way to many... Besides you're still showing as a follower on my blog... are you? Still ...? Not sure... but I won't gonna risk ! 

    I will let go now.... I carried you so many years ... I'm tired on holding the ideea of you ...so I will finally  let you go! Is much easier in this circumstances, the one hwo replaced you is gone... It's a looong story, but you warned me ! You so did! That's way I can't write this letter, because you warned me... and I didn't leasen! So instead of writing it, i fill it with few empty words...

                      With all the regret I have,

                                                              JUST ME

marți, 11 august 2020

LETTER TO I.R.

Dear  I.R. ,

     I've been thinking of you so often lately, I don't know why I fell like you screwed it up too... 

I am sorry because I'm thinking of you, last time you didn't like it, and you might not like it even now , but I can't hold it ... I just do... I guess it's because I'm too lonely, but sometimes I was doing it even when I wasn't, it just started to be worse now...

We could have been happy, couldn't we? I remember your mum saying she's sorry... the thing is... I was sorry too! 

I should have worn a white dress at your wedding, as I told you... I missed that 1% chance to make you change your mind, but I didn't want to make you fell uncomfortably, although, today, you would  have something to think about when things go worse with your's ...

I suppose our live is a compromise between what God wants and what we want. I'm sorry that I force it that way... I shouldn't... I wouldn't write this letter to you if I wouldn't compromised it that much, or at all ! Following God would have been much easier... 

Well...don't feel too special though...  I still have few people to send a letter to !


                                Whith a shabby love,

                                                        ME