Another song of a great band. A song which fills me with emotions…
Conversation with a mirror
An instant rush of euphoria,
turns into a deep deep hole
You seem to fall and fall and fall
There’s no one there to help
You start living like a mole,
Not even bothering about yourself
You start to scream what no one seems to hear
You start to cry, no one seems to care
You’re full of unclear rage, no one seems to see
You are not losing this inner fight pal…
It’s between him and you.
Flipping Through History
Flipping through my photos I r
ealized a couple of things. First of all it is nice to take pictures. Memories captured on screen. Photos are very important to me for the simple reason that a single photo sometimes tells you more than a whole story out of my mouth. Photos also capture emotions, or they can express emotions. Yes in my opinion photos are very important.
Therefore it is a huge shame, let’s put it in a correct way, there are no pictures left from my childhood. It’s is actually a disgrace and something unheard of. I’ve got no memories of my childhood, no memories of my life. No story…. Which is sad because I want to show people who I was in the past. What I was in the past and what I am today.
Fuss about somethng small
So I don’t get all the fuss about this small thing. Or is it a huge thing?? I don’t know. I don’t get it. And to be honest: I don’t care that much. But it is rather interesting!
Blue October – Jump Rope
Remember how you used to say
You couldn’t wait till tomorrow for a brand new day
no fuss when ya had to ride the bus
You just add a little blush
To paralyze your school crush
Quote by Barbara De Angelis
Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible – it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.
The man is crying
This is some text I’ve written last night in my bed. It’s actually about telling someone how much you really care. And expressing your feelings. Basically she’s your drug and you’re addicted to her.
Telling Stories
Dancing is art.
It’s an expression of life.
An expression of feelings,
emotions if you like.
It’s a way to start,
telling how you feel.
I know it’s hard.
I know it for real.
So keep on dancing
hit those ceilings,
And one day you’ll tell the story of your life.
