Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Silver Skies
He never entered into a unique complete union with the universe under the silver skies...
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Me and Myself At the Present
Once a joyful life now turned into a big question mark.
Once all the things I owned now a part of my history.
What I got today is nothing than melancholy, loneliness and alienation.
What I got today is the disappearance of my own existence.
The things that made me are missing now except my ever-lasting friendship.
I miss true friends,
I miss my happy days.
More than these, I miss my lost self.
Once all the things I owned now a part of my history.
What I got today is nothing than melancholy, loneliness and alienation.
What I got today is the disappearance of my own existence.
The things that made me are missing now except my ever-lasting friendship.
I miss true friends,
I miss my happy days.
More than these, I miss my lost self.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Death and Life
It hurted me seeing my father calling death lying in his bed with enormous pain, while hearing next door new-born baby crying.
Death and Life.
No beginning or no end.
Existing at once, one in another.
Death and Life.
No beginning or no end.
Existing at once, one in another.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Eyes
When everyone was staring at him, I looked at the viewers' pitiful eyes. I wanted to read what went through their minds, when my dad looked so innocent, so child-like.
I saw how serious, how dramatic the situation was only through their eyes.
It was the others' eyes that told me everything.
It was their mimics, every single facial muscle that trembled hesitantly.
The eyes of my father were rather hopeful, still rejecting his own end, afraid of death.
I saw how serious, how dramatic the situation was only through their eyes.
It was the others' eyes that told me everything.
It was their mimics, every single facial muscle that trembled hesitantly.
The eyes of my father were rather hopeful, still rejecting his own end, afraid of death.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Cancer Doesn't Fit on My Father Well
Cancer. A word I've only "heard" before. A sickness I was acquainted with only in others' lives, if not in movies. Today, I know it so well as it happened to a part of me, to my father. Today, not only I know all about it, but I "live" it every passing day, seeing it taking him away from us so silently, so unjustly. Every passing day, I see how it destroys his body. Cancer cells doesn't only invade one's body but also the very core of your psyche; it doesn't only torture the body of the patient but inside of him, inside of everyone close by.
Cancer doesn't fit on my father well. I wish I had the power to change this. I wish I could give him the power to fight. Once a powerful strong man, now turned to a little, vulnerable child.
Small in the body, small in his hopes, sinking into darkness every day...away from night and day...
Cancer doesn't fit on my father well. I wish I had the power to change this. I wish I could give him the power to fight. Once a powerful strong man, now turned to a little, vulnerable child.
Small in the body, small in his hopes, sinking into darkness every day...away from night and day...
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