Goodnight

 There’s passion, or there’s nothing. And I want the type that drips down your back and soaks the sheets. The kind that makes you lose sleep, and late for work in the morning. The type of passion she still feels between her legs the next day. Passion that begins in one room, and ends on the floor of another. I’m talking about the kind that pins down wrists, and demands eye contact. Passion that makes her body quiver, and her legs tremble. I mean passion that’s so seductive that she would never dream of looking for it from someone else. That’s so uninhibited, intimate, and full of handfuls of hair, or hips, or their neck, or ankles, and makes you wish they had more hands. But they don’t. And it’s more than enough. And when you finish, you’re finished. And you know, in between those short breaths and messy hair, there’s passion. Or there’s nothing. 

J. Raymond

Pretty dresses
Dolls
Smiles and kisses
World of wonder
Luck and fun
Yet there was one between them
The one with broken eyes
And scratches
With a dress -
Not good enough for this occasion
Few tears on cheeks
And quiet dreams
The doll that was never held
There were hopes in her
For misery to end
In tiny pieces she would break
But through all the games
And playful rush
Of her existence noone knew
Silently she stayed
While noone cared
Of a girl
Behind them all
With patches

“If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?” 

Cassandra Clare

nice quote

”If you are a dreamer come in

If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar

A hopper, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer

If you're a pretender come sit by my fire

For we have some flax golden tales to spin

Come in! 

Come in!”

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. 

There are some you love, I know; 

Be not loathe to tell them so. 

Lips go dry and eyes grow wet 

Waiting to be warmly met. 

Keep them not in waiting yet;

 Kisses kept are wasted.

Insanity

As I go down this road

Hand in hand with my own insanity.

When my heart divides herself in two parts

One for guilt and one for being true to myself

And before I reach the end of this,

I'll let go of everything I've kept in me.

I will leave my heart to a new beginning.

As soon as I come to the end of this

Insane road of mine.

maybe I'll never know

If there are no laws saying that it is wrong is it really wrong?

What if some actions most people see as immoral, are not actually immoral, but they are just fine and won't do any harm.  So by not doing them we might just slow down our evolution? The more I think about it the more I consider that human selfishness might be at fault. Too many people I guess are just too uptight in their thinking. So I just have to just sit here and guess.

dream on

Es atļaušos sapņot par to, ka kādu dienu mēs vairs nebūsim tīrās krāsās. Kādu dienu mēs vairāk nebūsim vieni. Uz mūsu domās veidotās, pilnīgi baltās skatuves sāks līt varavīksnes daudzkrāsu lietus, un viens drosmīgais no visiem saņemsies. Saņemsies mainīt to, kā viss ir iekārtots. Mainīt vientulību, kas mīt mūsos un krāsas kas liek mums būt savādākiem nekā esam.

Viņš atdzīvinās katru, atņemot mums vienu krāsu. Vienu pa vienam tas liks mums dejot kailiem, līdz  daudzkrāsu lietus mūs visus pataisīs vienlīdz krāsainus.  Kāpēc kailiem? Jo kā gan savādāk mēs visi varam kļūt vienlīdzīgi, un redzēt ka citi ir tik pat vientuļi un ievainojami kā mēs, ka visiem ir no kaut kā bail. Mums jādejo kailiem. atļaujot mums nokrāsoties savādāk. Mums jādejo kailiem, lai redzētu, to ko mēs ikdienas cenšamies ignorēt. Mums jādejo kailiem, lai mēs iemācītos mīlēt. Mums jādejo kailiem, lai visi kļūtu kā viens un neviens vairs nebūtu viens.

how hard could it be?

Sometimes I just screw up everything I touch. Not really sure of how to get back. Do I even want to get back. Do I want to be someone who always make it look like everything is  fine, like nothing bothers me. Fake smiles and and fake words. Instead I would better run away. Somewhere where no one could ever find me or reach me. Somewhere where no one would care if sometimes I do or say something wrong. And instead of judging they would learn to forgive and forget.