Believe or not?

Religion. The thing we're always fighting om. Why to fight? If someone gets strength by believing in God or Allah or believes in Nirvana after death, it's their private thing. I think it's good to have something to lay on. I don't judge. I'm christian but only in paper. I never go to church or pray. I do believe the day I see someone walking on the water or healing cancer by touching people. I just can't believe that when so many innocent children dies in tsunami or earthquake, that there is a God. I don't mind people believing as long as they don't force me to believe. But I wish other people could think that way as well. I mean that we should let people believe in whatever they want and believe self whatever we want without making it such a huge issue.

My love

You took me with storm.
You blew my mind away.
You brought me back to life.

Now I'm sitting here alone.
All by myself wondering why you left me so soon?

I can't live without you.
But I'll be right here waiting for you to come back,
Summer, my love.

Passion

One of the passions of my life: Shoes. I don't know much better thing than getting a lovely pair of beautiful shoes. Just the scent of a good quality leather, when opening the box at the first time.
It's not because they might have cost 1700$ but because they look absolutely coregeaus on you. They are worth of every penny, because they make's you feel like you own the whole world. They makes you confident with yourself, and gives you that push towards endless luxury.
There are days when I'm down  and those days I only need a little look at them to feel better. Funny, isn't it? Some people loves cars, some animals but I love shoes and I can never get enough of them.

Why can't you just try?

I try to see what you see.
I try to hear what you hear.
I try to feel what you feel.
That just doesn't make any sense.

Why can't you see what I see?
Why can't you hear what I hear?
Why can't you feel what I feel?
That's the only way you can understand.


You don't want to see what I see.
You don't want to hear what I hear.
You don't want to feel what I feel.
That's why you never will understand.

It's a bad day, not a bad life

You know the day everything goes wrong from the minute you stand up in the morning: You burn your toast, spill your coffee, can't find your keys and miss the bus to work.
At work it all continues: You have forgotten your lunch, miss an appointment and so on. On the way home it rains and you don't have an umbrella.
When you get home there's an extra bill in your mailbox. You wanna cry and just hide under your blanket.
What can I say? One accident seldom comes alone.Take a deep breath. It's just a bad day, not a bad life.

Rock'n roll

What is that sex appeal that we see in rock stars? A man with a guitar, perfectly unperfect hair, leather clothes and the whole stadion of screaming people. They really look like gods, getting the whole crowd on their knees. Groupies on the backstage, ready to get lucky.

I'm sure that without being famous he would be nobody. It's just that position he's in, which makes him bigger than everybody else in many peoples eyes. The truth is that next morning he's just a man.


Trust me, I know. Been with one and learned it the hard way. Lived that life and seen it all from the other side. That selfishness and arrogance. I always thought he was something. Now I wouldn't care a less even though he still calls and tries to get me back because he has learned to get what he wants.


But money and fame is not what I want and he can't buy my love. I'm sorry to say this but you lost this one. I'll never be yours again. 

Melancholia

Melancholy mood. Tears running without knowing why.

Just sadness. Alone. Feeding the feeling by playing sad music. Today is just black.

Tomorrow I'll be fine again when I've cried all the bad feelings out.