Dorothea77

Min livskraft har vært borte.  jeg måtte oppleve vonde dager.   

Dagen lang ville de skadde meg og tenkte bare på å gjøre meg vondt.

Det bruste i mitt indre.

Ulykkes dagene hadde møtt meg.

Det var ikke sannhet i deres munn de var helt gjennom fordrevet.

Deres struper var som åpne graver, de hadde falske ord på tungen.

Men hør nå VIL jeg tale, JEG vil spørre og DU skal gi svar og vise din anger i støv og aske..........

Okay, my heart is not closed, It´s open. Just not to everybody.

Everybody can open there heart, so can I..... But I been burnd....big time.

Who hasént you think......My heart is closed you say,

Iám terrifide......   of what?

What am I terrifide of?

Loss !?!

This way I kept my self safe.

Safe from people I love leaving..

The pain of love lost deepens if you don´t deal with it.. I Know.

I closed myself off to love, becuse I was afraid.

But fear and love cannot live in the same house.

It´s because the people that we love, eventially leave us.

So we´ve give up on love.

my fear of loss has left me paralysed.

But I can change that. I can take the risk and love again...

Because once you let love in, it ll never leave...

"open your heart" It comes from life it self..

We´re not friends..

We never be friends..

We ll be i love till it kills us both...

We ll fight, and we ll shag and we ll hate

each other till it make us quiver, but we never

be friends.

Love isn´t brains , it´s blood.

blood scream´in inside us to work it´s will.

We´re not friends

We never were,

and I can fool my friend, but

I can´t fool my self any more.

What I want from you, I can never have......

Mybe we both have the strenght to admit it some day.......

Love´s a funny thing...

I sacrificed my love to save my life.

I lovet him so much, but I knew.. what was right.

I don´t have that any more.

I don´t understand.

I don´t know how to live in this world

if these are the choices.

I was happy, were ever I was

I was happy, at peace.

I knew that everybody I cared

about was all right.

I knew it.

Time... did´t mean anything.

Nothing had form, but I was still me.

And I was warm.

And I was loved.

complete.

I don´t understand theology or any of it really.

but I think I was in heaven.

And then I woke up.....

Now I´m not.

I was torn out of there.

pulled out....

Everything here in real life is hard and bright

and violent.

Everything I feel,

Everything I touch.

This is hell.

Just getting through the next moment,

and the one after that...

knowing what I´ve lost........

The hardest thing in life, is to live in this world,

life keep on droping bombs, and all you can do is keep score.

Don´t know what life expect from me yet, and I don,´t

know what coming next, but I do know is´t gonna be

just like this... hard, painfull.

so drop me in the hornet´s nest, what the hell.......

I´m not on their level, but I can get there, and when I do,

I´ll be right up close. I´ll bring the fight to them.....

They still don´t get it.

It´s not about right It´s not about wrong,

It´s about power........

Now I´ve seen a lot more, gotten to know people. Seen what they´re capable of, and......

 I guess, I just realised how amazingly screwed-up they all are, I mean really screwed-up in a monumental fashion.

And they have no purpose that unites them, so they blunder through life until they die.

Which they know is coming,  yet every singel on of them is supriseed when it happens to them.

Theyér incapable of thinking beyond the moment.

They kill each other, which is clearly insane.   And yet, here´s the thing.....

When it´s something that really matters....  They fight.   I mean, theyér lame   morons for figthing, but they do...

They never..QUIT.    So I guess I´ll keep figthing to....

like those lame humans trying to do wath´s right.......

If there´s one thing, we´ve learned, it´s that we´re being guided.

and signs always laed the way.  The question is, Where do you start looking for them?

Signs, of corse, can be good or bad, but they should never be ignored.

Signs don´t always mean what we think they do. They can, after all, be confusing.

Especially in today´s world, where we´re constantly bombarded by them.

Still it up to us to interpret them the best way we know how.

It´s called survival....

Unfortunately, waiting for just the right sign to come along

can be frustrating...  Which is why sometime you have to help the signs

come to you...

some signs com to you even when you wish they wouldn´t.

When you´re in a hurry, you can´t be to picky about the signs,

As long as it causes a few sparks, what more can you ask for?

unfortunately,  not every spark is a posetive one....

Of course, in the cosmic scheme of things, signs tend to balance each other out.

For instance,  When one says "closed"... another says "come on inn"...

Sometime signs are so obvious, only a fool can miss them..

It´s not easy starting new lives, following new signs...

Especially when the old ones keep getting in the way

Signs can come at any time and from anywhere.

But when you get one, you have no choice but to follow it.

Even if it leads you right into danger.....

Sometime signs are subtle, easyli missed.

But if you lucky enough to catch them, they tend to send you in the

right direction.  On the other hand, if you miss them,

they can bite you in the ass,  bigtime.

It´s funny sometime where the signs lead you.

Rarely where you thought you´d go,

but always where you belong.

And I descovered that, no matter how wild the ride,

signs will sometime lead you right back to where you

startet from.  

                                 Changed, different, but home.

Nothing´s ever simpelany more, Iám constantly trying to work things out.

Who to love, or hate. who to trust.  It´s just like the more I know, the more confused I get..

and I´ve felt the fire and I´ve been burnd.

But I wouldn´t trade the pine for what I´ve learned.

I belive that´s called growing up..

I´d like it to stop sometime.

Do you know the feeling?

Dose it ever get easy?

Life is so hard sometimes, so I going to lie to me self:

Yes. it´s very simpel, the good guys are always stalwart and true,

the bad guys are easely distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats,

and we always defeats them.

No one ever dies and everybody lives happily ever after....... 

Peopel/ Feelings...

How do they do it??
Peopel!
How do they function in the world with
all this bile running throught them?

 
Every day it´s "Whoo-oo" !
They have no control, They´er not even animals.
They´er just meatbaggy slaves to hormons and
pheromones and their..... Feelings.

Call me crazy, but as hard-core drugs go,
humans emotion is just useless.
Peopel are puppets!
Everyone getting jerked around by what they´er feelings.

Am I wrong?

some peopel like it, some don´t.

Cos I look at this world they so eager to be a part of
and all I see is seven billion lunatics looking for the
fastest ride out.

Who´s not crazy?
Look around.

Everyone´s drinking, smoking, shoothing up , shooting each other or
just plain bang theit brains out cos they don´t wantém any more.

I´m crayz?     Honey, I´m the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind.

Cos at least I admit the world make me nuts.
Name one person who can take it here.
That´s all I´m asking...

               Name one.............

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