Vanity.

"Blessed are the hearts that can bend, they shall never be broken…But I wonder...If there's no breaking, then there's no healing. And if there's no healing, then there's no learning. And if there's no learning...then there's no struggle. But the struggle is a part of
life, so must all hearts be broken? No."

"Imagine a future moment in your life where all your dreams come true. You know, it's the greatest moment in your life and you get to experience it with one person. Who's standing next to you?

 OTH.

Distance

As I look in the mirror ..I tend to distance myself from the real reflection and I try to look deeper...deeper to my dreams,to my wishes ,to my past, to my woonds ,regrets,tears ,prays, happiness,everything that made me who I am today..to the real self that i was convicted from the begining ..I want to be like water..to slip between the fingers but to be able to hold a ship...I want to make it count...I want it all to matter,just for once!
I am just  tired of all the pointless drama that keeps increasing everyday...It has lost its phantomatic analogy.. 

Back.

For all  the good reasons she tried to lift her head just to give him a glance but worthless..she lost track of the mathematical progression of time..Her memory was playing her tricks ..he seamed familiar but no..he couldn't be-could he?
Enough-her teenage years were coming to haunt her again..happy bitter-sweet memories .Ah-no,she was not crazy,she was just drunk but not from the heavenly white wine but with regrets..In soft voice she whispered "Go away!" but there was no response..He was just sittig there ..but his face became suffused with a glow that was happiness itself.-he missed her...but ..her dimples started to grow smaller and smaller and even her pulse started to beat softly...
They had led seperate lives pretty much and had no inkling of these allegations ..Regret washed over both of them and  the seedy truth behind their lives was that they were killed by a harsh ego ..It was like revisiting the past..To a midsummer Night's dream when love was upon their lips.
Illogical,irrational but true...

Steps.

Lying on the cold square  floor ,lost in thoughts ,simply admiring the ceilings for their  shadowy performance with her eyes fixed on a  dull spot  ,channelizing her aspirations and the unspeakeble atrocities..
Life was usually dull and predictable ..but not with her...In the blind silence she thought that she was pretty convinced that the air was musty just for being enclosed because she knew that her figure is defined by the light...
As the door was opening ,two points of light quivered in her cold eyes .He was tall ,stiff dignified ,with a trembling smile he glared at her ,speechless but in a moment of desparation his name sprang to her lips ...
Who was she fooling?"She knew nothing about passion"...

Words..

Sworn enemies that's what we truly are not because of the basic differences but for the multiple choices that take you to chaos...
You play the part when you are brave ,strong and  nothing can touch you...but in the dark..in the cold night you reveal your true face..the one that has been hurt..the one that is weak , the one that drives you closer to insanity..the one that you are afraid to wear in the light because it's too fragile ...What is the reason that I hold on?
Perhaps it's there..but I can't see it...The flame coming from the matches is not strong enough...in a few seconds it will be gone..and nothing..it is all for nothing...we go by..not being sure how to feel about it...time is slipping by and everything is the same...the same pathetic way..the emptiness is still there and it won't fade away...
As you try to disconnect the reality from your mind you will release the pain...but the wound is still there waiting for every occasion to bleed...
I  can't win this battle..not this time..not today