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The limits of my language means the limits of my world.
07 February 2008 @ 01:47 am
Panting.
Panting.
I pant as I run towards the outstretched arms before me—towards the arms that are capable of enveloping me into its disillusioned world where the word "regret" is incapable of planting itself within the crevices of my mind. But then I wake up and feel his fingers lightly running down my spine, and for a moment I forget about the danger of living. I lean back and look at him, longing to say the words I’ve been meaning to say for so long: I know we’ll fall in love and fall apart, and do not be afraid.
09 December 2007 @ 04:17 pm
Started as a flicker meant to be a flame
Skin has gotten thicker but it burns the same
Still a baby in a cradle got to take my first fall
Baby’s getting next to nowhere with a back against the wall
You meant to make me happy make me sad
Want to make it better better so bad
But save your resolutions for your never new year
There is only one solution I can see here
19 January 2006 @ 10:48 pm
With his guidance, I will not stray from my path
With his strength, I will not falter
With his love, I will prevail over my fears and inhibitions
"On life's journey faith is nourishment, virtuous deeds are a shelter, wisdom is the light by day and right mindfulness is the protection by night. If a man lives a pure life, nothing can destroy him." -- Buddha