I ask a question but there is no answer
There is not an answer for every question is there?
That is why there are so many mysterys in our lives
Because not every question can be answered
Just forget it!
Why is it that whenever something bad happens we remember it?,though there are times when they are forgotten. It is as if they never completely leave our minds but hide somewhere and then one day come back again to our memories. I try to forget the bad things, I try to forget about the past and be in the present. Sometimes we are so involved of the things that had happened before that we don’t even remember we are living in the present.
A Powerful Tool
I can imagine so many things,things that will be kept forever and ever.By imagination one can change everything. Imagination has a lot of power, a strong deep power that will never last.It is true to say that it is a powerful tool in the toolbox of magic. You can have anything your heart desires by just imagining that you have it.Never forget that it might come true,your imagination,your wish. Simply keep it and don’t loose it. And remember it cannot hurt you but it can heal your sense of pain,of loneliness,your fears and you sadness.
How many days have gone by?
How many days have gone by?
with me not noticing why?
How many days have gone by
With me not willing hard to try?
How many memories did i leave behind?
Stories,dreams,wishes that i can’t find
How many more days are left?
How many more chances do i get?
Will the dreams that never came true,come true now?
Will the things i was hoping for happen?
How many days have gone by
With me not even noticing why?
My room
Is probably the only place that I can see almost anyone I know. Family,friends,you name it. My room is full of pictures. It is a good way to remember your fun moments,your happiest days or your greatest advantures. When I walk into my room it’s as if I have entered another world!
War
I get really sad when I read or hear about the people in Palestine. Imagine how hard it is for them to live,they don’t even have a normal life. There are millions of families without homes,foods,etc… . Babies who get shot,millions of people who die for their country that they can’t have. Just terrible. We should feel lucky. So lucky! We have homes,jobs,food,a good education,a safe place and already we don’t even appreciate that and we want more. It is just sad,simply sad.
A deep feeling
As I look from the ship, all I see is water. Blue,shiny water that sparkles from the sun above. All around me is surrounded by water. There is nothing but water. It is the Sea of Marmareh in Turkey. I am sitting in a ship,with my family,looking beyond me and I’m seeing something that no one has ever seen before. I get this feeling inside me that I have never felt before. I cannot take my eyes off of it for one second. I keep on looking,the sea and the breez,the deep blue sea that is forever in rhythm.
Sunday
Sunday is my least favorite day. One,it is a reminder of Monday,which means,school,work and less fun(sometimes). Two it is boring(for me) and three I don’t feel like doing anything. This sunday though was a little better,because there is no school on Monday and because I will be going somewhere. But the point is to enjoy everyday,cause hey it’s life and you’ve just got to live it!
Shakira
Lucky you were born that far away so
We could both make fun of distance
Lucky that i love a forein land for
The lucky fact of your existence
Baby i would climb the Andes solely
To count the freckles on your body
Never could imagine there were only
Ten million ways to love somebody
Le do le le le le, le do le le le le
Can’t you see
I’m at your feet
Whenever,wherever
We’re meant to be together
I’ll be there and you’ll be near
And that’s the deal my dear
Therover,hereunder
You’ll never have to wonder
We can always play by ear
And that’s the deal my dear
Lucky that my lips not only mumble
They spill kisses like a fountain
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don’t confuse them with mountains
Lucky i have strong legs like my mother
To run for cover when i need it
And these two eyes that for no other
The day you leave will cry a river
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Passing Faces, Passing ways
I’m walking down the hallway and I see a stairway
I go up the stairs and there are kids everywhere
I pass a friend and say hi
I pass a door and I hear someone saying bye
I walk as fast as I can to get to my next class without getting hit by
I pass so many faces,some acting crazy and some just expressionless
I look for someone I know
I finally reach the class, i sit,the door closes
I don’t see those faces anymore, only the ones in the class
The bell rings,the day has just begun