Tuesday, April 09, 2013
In the Brink
Some are golden, fix the gaze in you
the lips with tremor moves
locks in the eyes of you
i can't help myself, no
to think and imagine you
in my embrace
gone are not the times
the wind like a breathing echo
reminding me to catch even in a snap
i wish not to erase but instead revisit
the pillars of ecstasy we've been thru
too far you are, distant miles, apart
now to each other
that airplane can indeed cross
you chose the path to get away
without even saying
Goodbye
MAC
(going out to a requestor)
Monday, April 08, 2013
Love Me Not
Love me when the leaves begin to fall
as the summer is about to end
Love me when the moon no longer shines
as darkness envelopes the horizon
Magical indeed ?
To love is to feel
as to breathe is to live
Love me when the heat is no longer there
as the clouds begin to transform
Love me when the rain soaked my tears
as the grasses of spring turned green
Blissfull doesn't it?
To love is shed the past
as to let go like no one ever last
MAC
as the summer is about to end
Love me when the moon no longer shines
as darkness envelopes the horizon
Magical indeed ?
To love is to feel
as to breathe is to live
Love me when the heat is no longer there
as the clouds begin to transform
Love me when the rain soaked my tears
as the grasses of spring turned green
Blissfull doesn't it?
To love is shed the past
as to let go like no one ever last
MAC
Of Eating Well
Eating well. I make most meals at home now and pay way more attention to what I'm eating in general. Turns out when you don't fill yourself with crap you don't feel like crap! Also as an added bonus - weight loss
Profound Life
I love this...
sonder
The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Excerpt from reddit
Mac
sonder
The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Excerpt from reddit
Mac
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