strange-fears

she loved silence; it was one of the things she loved the most. she loved it for its simplicity and for all the posibilities that lay in it. she thought of it as one of the best examples of how worlds rise from nothing. she loved silence so much she would stay up late at night and wake up early in the morning because only then she could find it, feel it and connect with it; yes, i know how it sounds, she didn t get much sleep, just enough to make her get through the day; even though she enjoyed sleeping, it felt like she was missing out on something. the thing is, for her, the silence of the night was different from the one of the morning.

Actually, we own nothing. Everything is just an illusion - a product of our mind. We are obsessed with the idea of power and that is why we feel the need to control ( like some sort of sick safeness issue ). All that we really have is  ourselves. The only thing we can control is our life or, better said, our mind ( and that is all that we actually need ). Therefore, there is nothing you can lose but yourself. Be careful : don't mess that up.

 ( " u were holding on to make a point - what s the point ? "  ) what s the point of screaming out loud that u don t want me to go ? what s the point of always crying about how much u d miss me if i left this place ? what s the point of always talking about the plans we used to make ? what s the point of all these if ur facts don t seem to show the same thing ? make me wanna stay , but not by complaining all the time ! make me regret our future memories, but not by ruining our present ! make me change my mind and the decision i m about to make through ur deeds ,but not by using ur words ! words always fade away .. show me that i m more impor