One day I will wake up to birds singing outside my window, and to a happy me. Until then, I will keep praying...

Not too long ago, I heard that you need to make 3 choices that are exactly the opposite of what you would normally do to change your life forever...I wonder if you are destined to make  those 3 choices, and in reality you don't change anything..and live in an illusion of being in control....or....maybe, we are, indeed, capable of changing our destiny?

I’m leaving. Where? I don’t know yet - haven’t bought the ticket. But I’m leaving for good, not coming back.

I’m leaving those old mirrors too, shatter them to pieces or give them away, who cares? Toss the broken glass away like you did the golden band that I put on your finger – once it was sacred, we put our lives into it and engraved our names on it, so we’ll never forget….that special moment..a never ending eternity with no beginning and no end…a perfect circle. So we did, walked in circles until the gold got too scarred and turned into junk that both of us pawned. Walking in circles takes you Nowhere, but now I’d rather be at the place I know best than waiting for a flight that has never been scheduled. Pawned all we had. Aren’t you glad it wasn’t much?

I’m still sitting on a dusty shelf, looking at those passersby with pennies ringing in their pockets…

What a pretty doll – strange she still hasn’t found a home…

Why is Silence so loud?

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking. (Khalil Gibran). Every morning tears me further and further apart from the day you and I should have started a new perfect life.  This may not be a matter of my faith anymore, it is a question of my sanity...how can one keep wishing for the past to come back and yet desperately keep moving forward...every morning running away from yourself just to come back home at night to the same old reflection in a mirror? Letting go is difficult, but keeping the past in your heart is even more torturous.