To drown or to swim

I was drowning but taught myself how to swim

I had all the tools I needed locked somewhere within

It was hard to breathe, to move, and to be

But finally, the ocean released me; free.

I was emerging stronger and brighter than before

I fought hard until I reached the safe shore

The change didn’t happen over night, and I am afraid it will not last;

But there is light, even though I remember the past.

I am afraid to rise and to fall; to lose it all

There is a crack in the wall; and right now, it is still small

But someday, I will be freed of my mind and not hiding within

Although I know well that to drown is easier than to swim.

Yesterday (movie)

I went to see Yesterday today. And what can I say? I am torn. On one hand, the movie is funny and filled with music we know and love. On the other hand, there are too many questions left unanswered. In the end, I can say that I enjoyed “Yesterday”. I liked the main actor, and his singing voice was very pleasant. It is a typical Richard Curtis movie… And it reminds you that a world without the Beatles would be empty and silent. Then again, if we never knew they existed, we wouldn’t miss them.

Go see that movie, if you have a chance, but don’t question it too much. It’s only entertainment.

4 years ago

It was a Wednesday when the light left your eyes, and your soul left your body.

I can remember that day so very well… I lost a bright star in my life. Jamie’s loss left a huge gape in my heart, in my soul.

My best friend passed away 4 years ago. And although the pain is not as dominant as it was, there are reminders everywhere. And some make me smile, and some make me sad.

Jamie left a void in this world. But the world keeps spinning as if it didn’t care nor matter.

My friend sent this to me, and I immediately said that this is her. She replied that it is me. And maybe she is right. Some day’s, I am magic. And so are you. ❤

In the blink of an eye

Awoken by the sound of an eyelash shed from its safe home;
Floating to the pillow that which is loaded with secret dreams and memories
A puff of sleepy breath prolongs its descend into oblivion,
Hiding it from the world; making it disappear – as if it didn’t mean anything at all.

Do you remember?

Do you remember the days when all we were was enough?

Do you remember the bliss, the joy, the laughter, and the scorching heat?

Where did we go?

When did we leave us behind?

Do you remember how I sound and what I taste like?

Do you remember that I promised forever?

When did we lose our selves?

Where did we go?

Do you remember?