left alone...

what do you do when the ones most close to you hurt u, n then leave u alone to bleed...do u go back to them askin them to heal u, for only they have the power to do so,risking the fact that they also have the power to tear apart your open wound...? or u do lie alone waiting for your inner self to help u out...even though u know that will take an eternity...
i dont have an eternity...i have a life...one life...

busy bee = me :((

when you dont have time to close your eyes, take a long deep breadth, and enjoy the feeling of being yourself, i believe you ve become old. well not exactly, i mean you ve become an adult ( but thats a synonym for old right :( ) so thats where ive been, busy growing old...while nature continues to watch, in all her glory...surprisingly im in a great mood today...the weather is just perfect, with a light cool breeze blowing...u can smell the moisture in the air...the clouds are just dark enough to hide the sun, but not dark enough to engulf the entire surroundings in eerie darkness...im sitting near the window, which looks out to pure greenery...branches with fresh green leaves arching over, which make you feel fresh too...why am i sounding so romantic today?!?! guess nature is an awesome healer...
*closes eyes, takes a deep breadth and...*
shit i gotta run, have an event now :( grrrrrr....

life...and some more...

quote " If God gave me a wish I'd erase you from my mind " unquote

Life is an epitome of balance...It is a concoction of good and bad, birth and death, joy and pain,love and hatred...Life is a cycle of change...constant change...It turns and tosses us around like a salad in the make...Sometimes there are other salad leaves at the bottom of the bowl to cushion our fall...but at times we land hard on the cold steel...
The painful experiences in my life are innumerable...But I consider myself lucky to possess such a weak memory that does not let me recount these experiences even if I wish to do so...Maybe this isnt a stroke of luck, maybe its life's way of balancing...
Of all the things I've been through, I find hatred the most difficult to digest...and maybe rightly so...for which of us sensitive homo sapiens can accept the fact,not even possibilty mind you, of someone hating us...who among us can bear the burden of hatred when it comes crushing down heavily on us? Which of us can stand tall when the winds of hatred blow against us...heated words of hatred spiralling round and round...like a tornado trying with all its might to uproot us from the solid ground...and the final blow is not when we see the storm approaching...but when we see the sky darkening from the side where we expected the sun to shine...
We do not choose to love or hate...but we choose to show our love or hatred...Is it such a difficult choice to make...?
What could I have possibly done to elicit such words from you...