Friday, February 5, 2016
Sneezy and lazy afternoons
All day I had been wandering around, doing boring stuff, when all I wanted to do was to relax in a coach with a cup of earl grey tea in my hands, reading what my favourite writer had written, I mean you.
After all I think I deserved a few days of peace, especially when I think about the mental and emotional anguish I had been suffering from. Now as I have a little free time I found myself two chairs and sat down, with my legs spread to the second chair my back leaning towards the window where you like standing and making me laugh. It is freezing in this room. Memories keep rushing back, what once was a few drops from a tiny hole turned into a stream from a dam falling apart. How long has it been since we stood side by side, days, seconds, years...
Do you remember when I was sick and you put relaxing music on to make me calm down. Or when we bursted into laughter from stupid scenes from stupid movies I recall you sharing your noodles with me, or the happy face you made when you saw your cup of coffee in my hand which I made for you. Do you remember every each detail as I do?
Today I allowed myself to dream a little. Nothing too detailed, just a couch, maybe a blanket (for me of course, you never need one) you and me. We might just sit together, or watch something or eat or drink or talk or sleep or snore I don't care. I only want to spend time together that's all.
Did I mention that I am an awfully quiet person. Could sit and stay quiet for hours minding my own business. I am not a cat person, I am a two legged cat. I like comfy places, good company, good food. I don't let anyone near me unless I really want to. With you I never had the chance. Never could hold you back, even when you made me mad. Never wanted to anyway. How can you block a part of you, it's impossible. See that's what I think of you. You are a part of me since you stepped into my life , and I have no complaints. Thank you for your presence, you made me whole...
If I survive this flu I could write some more, yours truly...
Sneezy
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
About dragons...
Today as I was looking for photos for the blog I came upon these. Dragons were always a symbol for me, my most sacred creature...I loved their strength, their wisdom, their power. For me they were beautiful, perfect beings...they were free, untouched by time, magical...they represented what I wanted to be...
It is not that surprising that I fell in love with one...these are for him...
A part of him is like a child, adorable, playful, curious...a handful he is, a little bit spoiled, a little bit naughty...may he never change :)
When I stand by him it feels as if I could conquer anything, the world lays beneath my feet...
His passion priceless, his presence magical...he keeps surprising me...
He gives me a reason to dream...
The venom song
Venom venom I don't care
Lazy anaconda bites like a cobra
I don't want to play this game
Go smile some else where
I am so bored and tired of you
I am talking about her, you know who
First she smiles, acts terribly nice
Then before you know it you end up in vice
Evil to the core
Still is as she was before
I run away from one
Then bump into the other
Oh tell me how I shouldn't bother
Windows are empty
So is my life
No one to laugh with
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
On thin ice
Who shall be guarding the castle the old Queen asked
The peasents are scattered is what I replied
One intends to leave so he has spoken
With pain in the groin from stones unbroken
One is abducted by the city of mosques
Ill her son is, 'can't come yet' she says
Yet two are left, remained loyal and true
With two guardians who don't know what to do
The one who does not speak
Helps the passing of the death
The one who never frowns
Runs all day all around
The serpent slithers with her open mouth
With every sweet word she utters poison spills out
The prude one works like she has never worked for sure
One keeps wondering does she appreciate us now
A little more than before
Then there is me
The poor errand girl
A guardian but not yet a senior
Works as a slave but gains no honour
The keeper of the cave
Where the half dead stay alive
Goes by his own business
Doesn't care what goes around
Or who in the mess does drown
So I made a list of the castle guards
Can't say that is fair or equal nor it is wise
It's all I can do I tell you my dear milord
I tried so hard but I am tired and bored
To speak the truth
I don't care about nothing at all
Except for someone, someone I adore
Who will return in a few days from a long, lost road
Thin ice thaws when the sun starts rising
What is lost will return
I can see from the horizon
Monday, February 1, 2016
So in love
This has always been one of my favorite songs, but until now I didn't quite realise what it was actually trying to tell...well now I know...every each word of it makes sense now...it's unconditional love...
Strange dear, but true dear,
When I'm close to you, dear,
The stars fill the sky,
So in love with you am I.
Even without you,
My arms fold about you,
You know darling why,
So in love with you am I.
In love with the night mysterious,
The night when you first were there,
In love with my joy delirious,
When I knew that you could care,
So taunt me, and hurt me,
Deceive me, desert me,
I'm yours, till I die.....
So in love.... So in love....
So in love with you, my love... am I....
Walls don't talk much, did you notice?
Sitting all alone in the room, where we once sat together. Memories of laughters shared, quarrels and joyful moments...oh how I miss them all.
Listening to an İtalian waltz, your presence lingers all around. It feels as you described before, like you are standing right behind me, smiling.
Sometimes İ am so glad that walls can't talk, so many secrets they keep hidden.
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