Once you believe in something you base your life on certain values and you live by them

Love is not to be explained, but if it could be it's all to be explained through you my love...

Being proud of ones country means accepting its faults and failures. Also shedding a tear for those in pain and being thankful for what we have….

We never realise how much we see until we talk about it. This way we get to see the world through someone else's eyes...

As i sit in my very old rocking chair thinking here and there, i try to imagine the history of the one who made the chair.
Cutting here and sanding there, rocking too and fro. I try to imagine the long befores, maybe long before i was born how people sat in the very same chair rocking far away.
And as the years slipped by time just flew, just flew so far away. My mind takes me there, far far away to the one who made the chair...rock.

Friends can see into other dimensions where their friends are lost in and hold them close until they find their way back to earth.

So I wondered to myself how it got to this...
The Silence...no hello, no sleep tight alright, whats for dina or where you been dear... It's all gone, we both walked on.
Our lives been split, we met, we parted, we forgot the part where we been friends, where we meant something to the other for a little while. No bother, just another day have passed and life has happened. We adapted and soon we will forget the times we spent being friends, laughing out loud, being proud and being sisters from different mothers.
My heart hurts, my mind can't find a reason to say it's okay, but one day all will be well and Bells my friend we might meet again so until then ciao for now... 2016/02/09

It was once was said that “a friend in need is a friend in deed” so very true I do believe…
Let me add to the fact that a friend not just in need, but one to always see a good deed is worth spending time with.
To make a friend and a good one at that is hard to start, but to keep them forever in your heart is smart indeed.
A friend who cares, a friend who shares, a friend who gives their time unawares and dares to walk next to the other, side by side to help and to guide and of course then to glide through a world of imaginary sights…together.
From silent walks in the sun to maybe too much talks around fun, an understanding is reached that a true friend found is a breach from generalities to lovely bubbles of friendship memories
Siska Gregory
2016/01/19

I'm glad that you're happy
but sad that I'm not
I just can't stop thinking
about how we fought

For months we've gone
without talking at all
but this time I'm afraid
it'll be years or longer.

At least we won't be somber
because together we're a storm
not a beautiful one either
we're a hurricane
destroying everything
that's in our path,
because we can

We're not good together.
But I can never remember
for whatever reason
I will always want you back.

I wonder,
have you forgotten about me yet?
I'm not sure that I'll ever forget you
even though I'm wanting to, so badly
It seems my mind isn't ready to let me.
But I have to keep trying.
And it'll take a while for me to stop crying
but at least I won't be denying,
my longing for you
to still be in my life.
Yeah, we had strife
but somehow we managed and
right now I'm tired of standing
here without you beside me.
Please just pull the knife out of me
set me free from this agony, maybe
give me an anaesthetic to numb all
of this pain.
I'm waiting for Felicia Amnesia to
sink into my brain.

I guess it's too complicated for us to stay friends
after everything that's happened
I'm sorry that I can't take it back
you were my bestest friend and
now we don't even say hello or
associate with eachother in the
slightest amount of words or chatter.
and it's a shame because to you; *I mattered.

Lullaby of the city, bright and strong,
Serenade the masses of the sleepless,
The tossing and turning, troubled tense throng
Of our kin bubbling over with stress.
Ink covered fingers flowing like water --
Pouring o'er paper in sharp curvatures.
Lips like verbs, eyes like green glass he'll shatter;
Like an open book with a hardcover.
Ballad of beautifully broken notes
Ringing through the chilling autumn air
Gathering the hearts and the tears of most
To bring the sorrowful much needed cheer.
     Like the steam from her black cup of coffee
     Not quite here; she's warm, hearty and happy.

I'm here for all of you people that are feeling just as tired and exhausted from the saddening madness that I am always getting slapped in the face with. **I am here for you.