I am a bit in the past
and in the present
were there always
Clouds
Trees
Buildings
Cars
and
Streets
And we are still a just.

I wait for my Water...

When a person understands his own way of thinking
he can be a relieved being:

The worst feeling for a human being to feel is fear

People always seek safety, tranquility, security to not get to know fear again

Then?

My biggest fear is my heart stops working

I pray for always be a cheerful face

I feel life
Should I stop
using my Heart
My Brain tries
to work
I chose
my sense

It is about the self
the two prayers
at 2.00am
longing for permanent maintenance of faith
strength
and rescue

I am willing to learn!

Here I am again
learning by Heart

Today
I choose to step on
my thwarted unhappy-self
just before the week ends
I am a cheerful face!
As much I think of myself being
I include the other...
Why do I have such a tendency
all week?

One hour after noon
in C2 room
Jasmine makes a tonless reading
Nobody listens
Today
I choose the Farewell to Arms'
final chapter
forty one
The last extract is alive
one more time:
"Every thing was gone inside me.
I did not think.
I could not think...
Please, please, please, dear God,
make her not die."
Yesterday
Just the same words passed through myself
Nobody knows

A city
   fulls of lights,
a clean place,
its inhabitants have all the leisure
Everyone has a temporary remission
All remains in expectation

I understand
I have life to live
I ought to make good memories
(With No Remorse)

when everybody knows everything
yet
none feels a thing

to spell incorrectly:
utterances, circumstances,
suggestions, assumptions,
routine...
But the terror:
to state Button as Bottom!

In the group,
but not of it,
I am about to lose
my sense of belonging—
I almost lost my good sense
of balance.

When cruelty tends to be necessity
Man conspires with insanity

I salute his audacity
He stands and utters
'You are pretty'

I could not remain still:
Fastidious.
It is unbearable to be Somebody than to be Child in the present day world.

One of the audience
she is
Observing, listening & noticing,
what she needs
Prototype!
Beyond
she is
Only
she needs to read more
to act

And sometimes it is about knowing your worth.
Humble: I only take what I deserve.
Murmur: You deserve better.

We quietly, loudly, live.
We keep on living! Then
ONE DAY
that was suddenly snatched away.
Our way of  living is purely beautiful.
Our numbered days are unforgettable.

Do we think first or feel?
Think!
UNSUPPORTED
first
we Feel
and that is itself an act
then
we think
and that is a react
To THINK is a react to an act: To FEEL.

In front of me
  I see humans
  not status
That is
 THE CASE

I know
you want to feel proud and mainly capable and believe me
I will make sure you feel proud
I know
Because your pride is my pride
But do not make submissive orders while you are dealing with me
Because I will only detest myself not you
Then for me in my eyes you would be anything but pride

I DO KNOW
MY MIND!
DO NOT EVEN TRY
TO PROVE
MY OPPOSITE.

If HE ever asks:
Why?!
I would say:
It is just that you
Discuss
while I only can
Express
I am not meant to
Explain
I
Express instead of Explain.

At 7a.m the house is quiet but my brain.
Memories are digging into my head.
The bed drains my body each morning but holds my heavy brain. And I wonder when I would be able to get out and do something.
What is the way out?
But
now let me have more time to sleep. Until 8a.m that should be enough...
It is 7.30 the alarm chides.
Should I awake and see what I can probably do or just have more sleep?
I am afraid that there are too many beautiful, happy, moments around
But
eventually they would disappear by time.

I hate summer vacations...

9p.m my father says, 'you might end up all alone by yourself.'
I thought to myself:
aren't we all be someday?
Then at the same moment my mother replies, 'I'm here right beside her. No worries.'
Then, I am fine. There is my mother.

For the twenty three passed years and maybe even more or for the rest of all this world would last, I want to be comfortable with my own existence.
I want to be happy, very.

It was End.

The evidence:
a thickened chest & a dim grin,
which triumph over my strong insouciance.
After twenty two
plus hope,
though yet ungrasped,
the chasm between our scopes has not narrowed!
I glided past you, above the whim of time,
you did not notice.
'We merely coexisted almost met but always messed it,
spinning around like two sides of a coin.'
My resistance,
for once as a raised voice,
importunes the years...
I am inclined to remain unknown,
no nearer,
lest I upset fate.
It is better;
one thing to do that I have never done: send you a poem
(How Do I Love Thee?).
You are you;
I am I.
What is meant to be will always find its way.
Espy!

My mother is not just any mother.
On table we are
sitting beside each other.
I am connected to my mother.
My backbone.
I feel beyond comfort in her presence.
She asks.
She knows.
She gives space.
She gives me the choice.
I feel free.
We are drinking tea:
I am talking;
she is listening.
She gives me the attention.
She can read the lines I cannot read for myself.
Words always failed to describe her beauty.
I look at her.
My mother is not just any mother.
It is the truth!
A wonderful truth.
She shows her compassion with no morbidness.
In my weakness or strength,
she loves me wholeheartedly.
Her concern is so real.
Even if she knows about my flaws,
she stills beside me,
encourages me,
and has faith on me.
She saved me!
My true and honest love.
Insaf
I have always got a full heart
because of you.