A deserted library in the morning – there’s something about it that really gets to me.
All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
– Robert Frost
Tears are words that need to be written.
– Paulo Coelho
And that I did.
I softly bent over her and caressed her.
Held her in my arms.
Then I kissed her on her forehead.
And I cried for her.
I shed all those tears she could not share with this world anymore.
Were her last words.
The silent flow.
Those subtle movements of my fingers.
Almost in a rhythm.
This is when I am writing.
My fingers rush over the keyword.
Forming letters into words.
Arranging words to sentences.
Harmony in itself.
I can nearly hear the melody in my head.
Played by my fingers, whilst floating over the letters.
When I then close my eyes.
This melody goes on.
As my fingers don’t stop moving.
Faster, more energetic.
Freezing in a moment of silent thought.
Unrecognisable when the melody started.
But never to stop again.
Such beautiful words as well as the feeling it carries on its wings.
The hurt, the sadness is but a sweet one!
Tells us about the true longing, the simple reason of life!
To move, never stop, forever go on.
Not to find anything in particular, just to find.
For me there is no home and i am scared of finding it.
finding it means leaving.
As for wandering
never look back.
Behind you just lays what you have seen already and from what you moved on.
In the end,
we will remember not the words of our enemies,
but the silence of our friends.
– Martin Luther King Jr.
Come bitter Rain,
And wash from my Heart
That saddest of all Words:
– Ulatempa Poetess, -Song of My Exile- C.Y. 9825