aja_arka

12:45 AM
          	
          	I can't sleep. The memories haunt me. I do not want to relive them again. Yet all I do is sit and type whatever my heart desires. Words are shaped into poetry by last ounce of love in me, and here is what it looks like.. a memory, that torments me at night. The question, whose answer is so hard to find. 
          	
          	
          	
          	A flicker of light 
          	And my flickering mind
          	Both keep me awake 
          	In this dark night
          	With closed windows 
          	no moon in sight 
          	Here I sit and type 
          	Words I wanted to write.
          	
          	Your letters have stopped
          	And yet I wait for them 
          	was that all? Our end?
          	This is what you meant?
          	Am I already forgotten? 
          	Or are you waiting? 
          	Hiding there somewhere 
          	For us to meet again
          	
          	But even if we do
          	What good would it do now? 
          	With seeds of doubt sown
          	And love eaten by pests 
          	Trust long rotten
          	All that left is a skeleton
          	Of what used to be a ripen fruit
          	I wonder if it could grow again. 
          	
          	                                                        Amelie

aja_arka

12:45 AM
          
          I can't sleep. The memories haunt me. I do not want to relive them again. Yet all I do is sit and type whatever my heart desires. Words are shaped into poetry by last ounce of love in me, and here is what it looks like.. a memory, that torments me at night. The question, whose answer is so hard to find. 
          
          
          
          A flicker of light 
          And my flickering mind
          Both keep me awake 
          In this dark night
          With closed windows 
          no moon in sight 
          Here I sit and type 
          Words I wanted to write.
          
          Your letters have stopped
          And yet I wait for them 
          was that all? Our end?
          This is what you meant?
          Am I already forgotten? 
          Or are you waiting? 
          Hiding there somewhere 
          For us to meet again
          
          But even if we do
          What good would it do now? 
          With seeds of doubt sown
          And love eaten by pests 
          Trust long rotten
          All that left is a skeleton
          Of what used to be a ripen fruit
          I wonder if it could grow again. 
          
                                                                  Amelie

aja_arka

A really nice quote that I heard just now, 
          
          "Sometimes you need the luxury of being sad for a while so you can appreciate those little happy moments in your life." 
          
          Any thought about this?

aja_arka

@Phoenix2007 yeah we are.
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Phoenix2007

@ aja_arka that's a sad quote but also a true one as well. Sometimes people can be a little selfish and arrogant that in order to appreciate something good in their lives, something sad must happen. We're pretty ungrateful creatures if you ask me...
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