Can't think of a title..

Once upon a time there lived a girl who dreamt. She dreamt for her future. She dreamt that she would be supported by her own people to achieve her dreams. She dreamt together with them, for a beautiful world.

However her dreams crashlanded. Her own people killed her dreams :). They didn’t stand beside her, but against her. She fought. She persisted. She failed.

Today the person no longer dreams. She only sleeps. She is alive. But not living.

“Life is never easy for those who dream."

End...

Blah..!

Every time

We are reminded

Of where we are headed

Despite the fact, that we can't help it.

Seasons change outside

Never to be the same,

Or to come back...

Like a tide.

So alone,

Just trying to store

Some of the memories

Of my happy diary.

So alone,

I wait.

For there is nothing to be done.

Waiting for the next disaster to strike,

Or the next memory I can store,

Or....keep trying to forget

That I'm alone.

Right here.

Waiting,

For the painting

Full of colors

That fate might have been planing

To paint

But instead,

Sucked all the colors by a straw

Leaving it, as a 'pending file'.

.....

I do this nowadays.

I leave my cab windows down. I leave my hair open. I let my eyes travel as far as they dare. Outside and inside.

The Promise Land ...

  

Some day I will be free…

Of bondages of thoughts..

Of emotions that sting my heart

Someday I will see..

A sky of hope..

Without any ugly clouds..

Rearing their head every time..

I aim for the sun..

Someday I will know..

What I believe in is true..

Someday this flight will..

Find rest . . . and peace.

End... 

An Old Diary ...

As I sat to write I remember nothing, think nothing and I just feel the silence of the night, It never scares me, the silence that is.. It always indulges my thoughts, it always purifies my soul, my tired little soul which is always trying to adjust to the wayward ways of life, battling the crowd and the noise. I feel lost in the crowd, Words feel like bullets and people make me feel alone. 

I have no answers for questions, I just move on with life, when someone asks me why I am the way I am, I just smile, Why? Does anyone find the answer for this? No. When the sun rises tomorrow I will wake up to the bright light falling into my lap, I get ready, I take a mask and wear it on my face, the mask of intelligence, the mask of confidence and the mask of smile and the cheerful me walks into the world, I blink for a moment at the brightness, and then I am a part of it all. 

But tonight, its just me and my thoughts, I am not lonely, I am just alone, no masks and no fear, no artificial smiles and I feel relieved, in the darkness the memories cover me up, and I just look into the sky, looking a the twinkling sky filled with stars a small smile comes on to   my face, memories.....

Old diaries, they have so much hidden in them, so many feelings and emotions just lying there, in the form of words, and some, in the form of blank pages' :)

I walk back into my room, closing the doors behind me, covering the drapes, I no longer can see the sky, neither can I feel the silence..... i close my old diary, its almost falling apart, I safely put it in back in to the shelf, hidden behind a pile of books, its just a memory. 

End...

Only loss is constant...