Passion In Life

I was once awake, but then I slowly went into hibernation and fell into a dreamworld where I never wanted to be awake again. Something just slowly blossoms inside of me, it took roots in my heart and stirred my soul. I think I can't never be the same again. Where there is hollow and empty spaces I'm there to fill it up. Where there are tears and broken dreams I'm there to rekindle a spark in theirs heart, but then I wish someone would do the same for me. 

I was once a broken glass, which glue couldn't glue me back, but being shattered by the hands that made me, deformed me into this person I could no longer recognize. I was there watching myself transformed even though my mind couldn't perceive what was happening to me, my soul ached to know the supreme power of change. Yes, I was changed, but why have I lost my passion to live? Why do I roam around looking for something I have never had? Maybe the longing for unity made me this way. Storms can't be prevent, but there will always be a place or someone to give me shelter. I still have hope in humanity, and faith in God, maybe that's enough to restore my passion in life again? 

Desire For Passion

If we were tied together by an invisible string, does it mean that we will never be apart? 

The feeling of grief when you lost someone, someone that means a lot to you will only last for a brief moment. Maybe it will take weeks or months, if worst, years and years, but at the end you will understand that grief is something you have to go through in order to be thankful for the time you shared. 

After being so high on love, I have hit the bottom. My passion is drained, and I feel I have lost a part of myself. Over the past four years, I have learned so much, but still I feel I’m not yet there I want to be. 

The wind blew so gently this past few days made me wanna open myself up for new opportunities. Right now I’m not sure where my life is heading. I feel like I’m a bit stuck, even though things keeps moving forward. Sometimes my heart skipped a bit for no reason, like it want’t to tell me about the passion I have lost for life and love. The reason why I feel stuck is that I don’t have any feelings towards anyone right now, and my passion about it actually connects me with writing. To write have always been my greatest freedom to express myself, but since I have lost touch with who I am, I seems to lost interest in writing as well. 

I seems pretty normal in my daily life, going about and doing my chores, but deep down inside I still wish that I’m doing what I like and having the best relationship I could ever have. Anything of that would be great. Reality is nothing like fantasy, reality is more brutal and full of logic and facts, while fantasy is more colorful and full of hope. 

But then again, isn’t the most thing made out of fantasy? Living in fantasy is sometimes more preferable than living in the real life, although I would rather try my best to achieve my dreams and make them to reality. The point is not to loose sight of my dreams and succumb to living in imaginary alone. 

One day I will absolute make it and feel I'm on top of the world. I aim to go that way for now.  I hope I will achieve what I have set myself out to do and win against the odds. Living life passionately.

Otherwise, I'm G-R-E-A-T! 

Wanted

She is somewhere around the corner. Perhaps near the edge of the world. She might be waiting or rushing through the day free like a bird. I would like to know what she is doing and all the most what hides in her mind. I want to look through her eyes and see what she see. I want to feel with her heart so it can touch my soul. I want too much, but my desire shattered like glas hitting the floor. If you crack my heart open, you will see longing drips like tear drops and fills the river with loneliness. 

She is somewhere, so close but yet so far holding the key to the magic door to my heart.