أريد أن أختار ولكن…
The Eyewitness - Sun, 2007-11-11 00:57 By The Eyewitness
أريد أن أختار ولكن أخشى أن أختار صورة رسمتها بخيالي أكثر مني أختار واقع عشته بذاتي… أريد أن أختار ولكن أخشى أن أرفض أن أسير نحو المزيد معك… أريد أن أختار ولكن أخشى أن أكون عبداً لجروح لا أدركها أكثر مني حراً بنعمتك… أريد أن أختار ولكن أخشى أن أُميت باختياري من أجله مت أنت… أريد أن أختار ولكن [...]
أريد أن أختار ولكن أخشى أن أختار صورة رسمتها بخيالي أكثر مني أختار واقع عشته بذاتي… أريد أن أختار ولكن أخشى أن أرفض أن أسير نحو المزيد معك… أريد أن أختار ولكن أخشى أن أكون عبداً لجروح لا أدركها أكثر مني حراً بنعمتك… أريد أن أختار ولكن أخشى أن أُميت باختياري من أجله مت أنت… أريد أن أختار ولكن [...]
Expectations
monsoon - Wed, 2006-12-27 11:38 By
I spoke to a friend yesterday and he said
" There is nothing wrong if a male friend and a female friend act according to their whims. If they will be both satisfied, I don't see a reason why they should hold it back"
Well... I thought, when I share myself with someone and leave no space for expectations, something dies in me... but then, what expectations are there, if any?
I spoke to a friend yesterday and he said
" There is nothing wrong if a male friend and a female friend act according to their whims. If they will be both satisfied, I don't see a reason why they should hold it back"
Well... I thought, when I share myself with someone and leave no space for expectations, something dies in me... but then, what expectations are there, if any?
There was little I could do
monsoon - Mon, 2006-12-25 09:38 By
I ate my food between massacres.
The shadow of murder lay upon my sleep.
And when I loved, I loved with indifference.
I looked upon nature with impatience.
So the time passed away
Which on earth was given me. (Bertolt Brecht)
I don't seem to be enjoying anything. A feeling of indifference again which seems to never end. It is no longer a stage, it is a continous feeling that doesnt leave me. I can think of nothing that can give me enjoyment.
All the news seem to add to this feeling, one hears of mass tortures, massacres, imprisonments, children thrown on train tracks ... read more »
I ate my food between massacres.
The shadow of murder lay upon my sleep.
And when I loved, I loved with indifference.
I looked upon nature with impatience.
So the time passed away
Which on earth was given me. (Bertolt Brecht)
I don't seem to be enjoying anything. A feeling of indifference again which seems to never end. It is no longer a stage, it is a continous feeling that doesnt leave me. I can think of nothing that can give me enjoyment.
All the news seem to add to this feeling, one hears of mass tortures, massacres, imprisonments, children thrown on train tracks ... read more »
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