tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48896477727755259032024-02-02T10:36:52.474-08:00Once upon a blog...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-12988600985393951622016-11-01T10:44:00.000-07:002016-11-01T10:44:58.436-07:00Numb<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ever get the feeling that you don't know what the hell you are doing in your life? That weird feeling of nothingness.. not being quite sad, but yet not happy. Not really stressed, but not relaxed either. Usually, when you are bored or don't enjoy what is going on in that exact moment, you think to yourself "I would prefer to be doing [enter activity here]". Ever get the feeling that you don't really know what you would prefer to be doing instead? You don't particularly enjoy the moment, yet you don't know what else would be more enjoyable. So you don't know how to make the feeling stop. What about that feeling that makes you second-guess your life choices and wonder whether you are on the path that is right for you? Or maybe it's the same feeling but disguised in a different form? And then there's the feeling "I want to go out and enjoy myself" coming head to head with "I want to stay home and do nothing" at the same time. And then not being able to tell what you would prefer to be doing, even if it is neither of those two options.<br />
How does did feeling develop and why? How does it go away? Does it ever really go away?</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-11094732359320918782016-03-20T17:19:00.001-07:002017-02-15T11:58:03.071-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And maybe when the stars align again in the night sky, when the butterfly flaps its wings against the warm air and the clouds make way for the silver moonlight, maybe then you will come back to me. And then the stars will laugh with your laughter and all nature will start singing the song that only we know. And just like before, the world will be dancing in synchronisation to the symphony of our story and the waves of the sea will give way to the wondrous love that will start pouring out from the depths of our united heart.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-69712608019877966662015-11-14T03:01:00.001-08:002015-11-14T03:01:15.214-08:00Be Safe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Nowhere is safe anymore. I'm tired of all of these stuff, of bombs on planes, of shooting innocent people, of terrorising the world, of killing in cold blood. Once I thought that all people, no matter what their differences, wanted one thing in common : peace. Maybe I was wrong.<br />
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What has this world become? How did it all start? Why are we only realising this now? And yes, I am afraid. Not just for me, but for my loved ones and the good people of this world. You might say, no, don't be afraid, if you are scared it means they've won. But you know what? We've let them win, by cultivating hatred and closing our eyes when things were less severe by thinking that "it's ok, this is not happening to me". We let them win by closing our borders, blaming immigrants all the time for the bad things happening in our country. I live in a European country and yet never feel safe, no matter where I am. If you had one chance to safe yourself and your family by fleeing, wouldn't you?<br />
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It's about time for all people to find the humanity they've lost and unite to fight this. I don't know how, I don't have the answers. But maybe love and compassion is a small step towards that.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-70701447198545071092015-07-15T14:21:00.000-07:002015-07-15T14:21:29.652-07:00Letting Go<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">All my life
I’ve been trying to be strong. I’ve always been the laid back, never stressed,
forgiving, seeing the silver lining kind of person. Trying not to be scared of
anything, being this perfect version of myself. And I’ve been trying to
understand the world, to accept the things that I didn’t like and couldn’t change.
I’ve changed a lot, developed as a person, understood aspects of life. I
struggled a lot to find my inner peace, but still haven’t found it. For this
past year, I’ve been quite the opposite person. I’ve been afraid and stressed
and worried, sometimes without realizing it, and I’ve started experiencing
annoying anxiety thoughts. I know I’ll never be completely free of my fears
unless I accept them. And so I try to understand them and let them go. It’s ok
for accidents to happen, it’s ok for people to end up in hospitals and have
surgeries. It’s ok to get sick, it’s ok to lose control, it’s ok to be afraid. It’s
ok to want to curl up in a ball and cry. It happens that people get cancer, it
happens that they die, it happens that some of my friends’ dads died. It’s ok
to be worried for an exam, it’s ok for people not to pick up their phones for
whole hours. It’s ok to get a head rush, it’s ok to faint, it’s ok to be in
pain. No, nothing is going to happen to you when you live alone, no, they won’t
find you dead, no, you won’t faint in a locked room or suffocate. It would be
ok if you panicked, it you be ok even in an exam, it would be ok in the plane.
And it’s ok to feel anxious without particular reason. It’s ok to worry that
past events may happen again. It’s ok.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">We are
strong enough to deal with everything that we have to face. Bad things happen,
yes. But good things happen as well. And I am grateful for my wonderful family
and friends, the gifts I was given in life and the strength I’ve had so far. If
something bad happens, I’ll have the strength to face it when the time comes.
And I’m sure one day I’ll look back and realize how stronger I’ve become. This is
just how life is. Ups and downs. I know that to finally find my inner peace, I
need to accept these.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-79297654405908795582015-05-01T04:15:00.003-07:002015-05-01T04:15:45.756-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Those marks will remind me of the fears which I burned away.<br />
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And today will be the day I leave them behind and start living life the way I used to. Today is the day that I make this vow to myself.<br />
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Mind over matter.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-78115378743488585352014-06-20T12:38:00.000-07:002014-07-21T12:24:01.323-07:00Falling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You wonder why I fell for you?<br />
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I fell for the warmth your lips leave on my forehead after a long kiss. I fell for your tight embrace, your arms towering over me. The goosebumps your kisses leave when they trace my back. The sweet wait when I know you're coming for me.I fell for the sound of your words and the shyness in your voice when you whisper that you missed me. I fell for the wide smile and the spark in your eyes whenever I enter the room. I fell for the way you cherish me and care for me. For your honest laughter, your brains, your skills. The silly moments we shared. I fell for those times you held me in your protective arms to soothe me, those late nights when we shared the darkest parts of our souls. Your patience and endurance, the way you always see right through me. I fell for the way you shouted that you don't want me to change the things you hate about me cause otherwise it wouldn't be me. I fell for your confessions and your honesty. I fell for the way you tear me apart and then fix me again, the way you take my tearing face in your hands before you kiss me.<br />
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I fell for you, cause you are my "incomplete, in my life full of incompletes".</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-90083105799108264692014-04-13T15:54:00.004-07:002014-04-13T15:54:57.891-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's funny how the person who can fix you can also rip you apart.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-67249539216578573622014-03-31T16:23:00.001-07:002014-03-31T16:23:43.748-07:00Wreckages<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We are wreckages. We live this disappointing life together, looking for our true selves, trying to figure out what we really want. We help each other mend the broken pieces, fix what was once shattered and guide one another through the pits of darkness. But we sometimes stray from the path, lose one another in the dark, yield to temptations. And then some valuable parts of us get detached from our bodies and souls, sacrificed for the sake of the forbidden. And we are left with less than what we started with, only to try again to stick together some of the broken pieces, but losing others, time and time again. And we end up the same wreckages, gluing parts of each other, only to lose ourselves in the dark again.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-79857521577811384532014-03-24T14:08:00.001-07:002014-03-27T17:02:08.562-07:00Star-crossed.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">"From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">Shakespeare's </span><i style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">Romeo and Juliet</i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;"><br /></i></span>
<i style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19.1875px;">We were derived from our right to love each other. We were cursed to endure this forbidden love. We are doomed to stay apart forever, love undercover, and hide the desire behind eyes full of thirst. For the unfulfilled, is all we can have. And the risks we have taken and still take, the pain we have felt and still feel, are all worth to keep this love, though tainted, alive. Cause once you find the person who can mend you heart, once you find the one who completes you, the one who accepts you, you've found the one you love. And though the stars keep us apart, we will still fight for us.</i></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-92013907920753553342013-12-23T08:15:00.000-08:002013-12-23T08:15:24.551-08:00If you Believe, say "I do".<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I will find you. Someday I will. I know that I can't find you now because I still have so much to learn. About love, about trust, about friendship. I haven't found you yet, because I wasn't ready. And maybe I'm still not. But I will find you. In my darkest hour. When I'm wise enough. I will find you when I will be in most need to believe again, when you will be the miracle illuminating my life. So that you will be most precious to me. So that you will remind me what love and hope are. We'll be united when the time is right. How do I know we will? It's something only believers do. And when you believe, you don't need proof.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-78144984395714901092013-12-19T12:53:00.001-08:002013-12-19T12:53:29.732-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear Santa,<br />
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All I want for this Christmas is to be happy.<br />
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Thank you.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-78001276865460400712013-12-07T19:36:00.000-08:002013-12-07T19:36:16.654-08:00Ισοπέδωση<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Είμαστε η νέα γενιά της απαισιοδοξίας. Τα παιδιά που τους δόθηκε
ένας διεστραμμένος κόσμος, με αποστολή να τον σώσουν. Πώς να σώσουμε έναν
κατεστραμμένο κόσμο, όταν δε μπορούμε να σώσουμε τους εαυτούς μας;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Είμαστε η γενιά του "ονειρεύομαι! αλλά....". Η γενιά που
μένει μόνο στα όνειρα. Η γενιά που δε ξέρει πλέον τη αναζητά. Η μάλλον που
ξέρει, αλλά δε μπορεί να το ζήσει. "Ονειρεύομαι να γυρίσω τον κόσμο με ένα
τζετ!" Πώς να γυρίσεις τον κόσμο, όταν ο κόσμος σε έχει πλέον σκλαβώσει
στα "πρέπει"; "Ονειρεύομαι να γίνω καλλιτέχνης!" Πώς να
επιβιώσεις, που πλέον τα μόνα επαγγέλματα που θεωρούνται "χρήσιμα"
είναι αυτά που εξασφαλίζουν το μεγαλύτερο κέρδος; "Ονειρεύομαι να κάθομαι
ήσυχα σε μια καφετέρια, παρέα με το βιβλίο μου και μια ζεστή σοκολάτα..."
Κάτι τόσο απλό, τόσο καθημερινό, που όμως έχει γίνει κάτι άπιαστο. Πώς να
ησυχάσεις σε μια ζωή που οι ρυθμοί της δε σε αφήνουν ούτε να αναπνεύσεις;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Είμαστε η γενιά της αποχαύνωσης, της παραίτησης, του συμβιβασμού,
της εκφυγής σε άλλων λύσεων. Η γενιά της μέθης, του εύκολου και φτηνού σεξ, του
"δεν μπορώ να διασκεδάσω χωρίς ουσίες". Η γενιά του ξεπεσμού, της
κατακρεούργησης των ηθικών αξιών, της ισοπέδωσης των ονείρων, της λησμονιάς του
έρωτα, της αγάπης, της ελπίδας. Είμαστε τα παιδιά με τα ανεκπλήρωτα όνειρα,
τους κρυφούς πόθους, τις μισοσβησμένες φλόγες.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Ναι, είμαστε η νέα γενιά της παραίτησης. Φταίμε όμως εμείς γι
αυτό; Φταίμε που μας δόθηκε ένας δόλιος κόσμος με την διαταγή "φτιάξτε
τον"; Φταίμε που μας δίνεται μια ελευθερία την οποία δεν μπορούμε να ασκήσουμε;
Φταίμε που τα "θέλω" ισοπεδώνονται από τα "πρέπει" μιας
συντηρητικής κοινωνίας; Φταίμε που οι ορισμοί της ισότητας και της καινοτομίας
είναι απλά ένα παραμύθι; Ή μήπως φταίμε που δε μπορούμε πλέον να ζήσουμε το
όνειρο άφοβα; Φταίμε εμείς που ξέχασαν να μας μάθουν να αγαπάμε;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Φταίμε που δεν το διεκδικήσαμε και ακόμη σωπαίνουμε.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-29255110759958338122013-11-15T18:49:00.000-08:002013-11-15T18:49:51.331-08:00State of peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All I need, is find my inner peace. Is this THAT hard? I just want to feel free. At peace with myself. Happy with the world around me. But no. It's like nothing can ever satisfy this. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know what I want. I don't know who I wanna be. I just wanna be.. me. Whatever that is. Whether this is what I am know, what I was before or what I am not yet. I just want peace..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is never enough. This life.. is not enough. And yet maybe "<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #37404e;"><span style="line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything." It's not that I dont try. In this bullshit life, i really try and do things I enjoy. I go to new places, I </span><span style="line-height: 17.984375px;">practice</span><span style="line-height: 17.99715805053711px;"> archery, I make new friends. I live new experiences everyday. And yet this is never enough. Because of the world around, slowly rotting. Whatever relationship once seemed to be solid, is now melting down. And I don't know what is real and what is not, what is worth the effort and what is not. And I don't know... Some people deserve the best. And yet I may not be able to offer this because of all this disappointment and bullshit."</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;">If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't." Life is tragic. Everything is tragic.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No matter what you do to make you feel complete, something will be missing. All these things that I once felt happy with, now leave me empty. Because the people I share them with are no longer true. True to themselves, true in general. They are changed. I myself am changed. And "the things you used to own now they own you"..</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Escaping this loop seems impossible. The emptiness is always there. I need something true. Something to believe in. I stopped believing in everything I once valued. Love, trust. Sometimes friendship. And why should I go on believing in them when everything shows the opposite. I am almost 19 years old and I can find all the crap of society possible. And this is disappointing.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 17.99715805053711px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cheers to the sitty world we created. Cheers to the values that were once real. Cheers to the love that was once true.</span></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-63426460188243701992013-09-12T15:33:00.001-07:002013-09-12T15:33:14.848-07:00Κι εμείς χωρίζουμε..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Έτσι κι αλλιώς.. οι δρόμοι μας χωρίζουν. Ο καθένας παίρνει το δρόμο του σιγά σιγά.. Αποφάσεις, επιλογές, πράξεις. Αυτά μας καθορίζουν, αυτά μας διαμορφώνουν, αυτά δείχνουν ποιοι είμαστε, ποιοι θέλουμε να γίνουμε, ποιοι θα καταλήξουμε.<br />
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Κι έτσι οι δρόμοι χωρίζουν, φιλίες χάνονται, ξεχνιούνται, προδίνονται.. Κι εμείς χωρίζουμε. Από χρόνο, από επιλογή, από υποχρεώσεις. Αλλάζουμε. Μεγαλώνουμε. Ξεχνάμε. Αυτά που υποσχεθήκαμε, αυτά που κάποτε κρατήσαμε ιερά σε ένα μικρό δωματιάκι δίπλα απ' την καρδιά μας.. Απλά τα αφήνουμε, σα να μην υπήρξαν ποτέ σημαντικά για μας, σα να μη γελούσαμε με την καρδιά μας με αυτά. Κι εμείς χωρίζουμε. Έτσι κι αλλιώς, η στιγμή θα ερχόταν. Και τα εγκαταλείπουμε..<br />
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Είναι στιγμές που τα ασήμαντα μοιάζουν σημαντικά και τα σημαντικά φαίνονται μακρινά, εκτός πραγματικοτητας. Κι εμείς, όμως, χωρίζουμε. Επειδή έρχεται από εκεί που δεν το περιμένεις, από εκεί που ξεχνάς, από εκεί που σταματάς να εκτιμάς. Και το θυμάσαι όταν πλέον ο χάρος θα χτυπήσει την πόρτα. Και θυμάσαι. Ότι άργησες, ότι παραμέλησες, ότι ο χρόνος ήταν αρκετός αλλα δεν τον εκμεταλλεύτηκες. Έτσι κι αλλιώς, πάντα το έπαιρνες ως δεδομένο. Αυτός, όμως, φεύγει..<br />
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Κι αυτός ο φτερωτός άγγελος που ρίχνει τα βέλη εδώ κι εκεί χωρίς εμάς να μας ρωτήσει. Πάντα αυτός πρέπει να φταίει. Κι εμείς χωρίζουμε. Επειδή δεν παλέψαμε αρκετά, επειδή δείλιασες, επειδή αργήσαμε. Έτσι κι αλλιώς, παίξαμε και χάσαμε. Και ξεχνάμε να ρισκάρουμε, ξεχνάμε να ζήσουμε. Φοβόμαστε. Να ερωτευθούμε. Να αγαπήσουμε. Να χαθούμε στη στιγμή. Και συμβιβαζόμαστε, με το εύκολο, το σωστό, το ανώδυνο. Και παραλογιζόμαστε. Για τις ευκαιρίες που χάσαμε, για τις σωστές αποφάσεις τη λάθος στιγμή, για τα "θέλω" που έμειναν θαμμένα λόγω των "πρέπει". Κι εμείς χωρίζουμε. Επειδή οι νέες αποφάσεις μας καταθέτουν τα όπλα και στοχεύουν αλλού. Έτσι κι αλλιώς, a moment of perfection is all you can get.<br />
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'Ομως.. θα 'θελα να χωρίσουμε μαζί. Γιατί οι στιγμές μαζί σας are those that keep me going. The ones I cherish, the ones I have locked deep down my heart and soul. Because I am not willing to let go. Θα 'θελα να χωρίσουμε μαζί. Γιατί είστε το πιο σημαντικό κομμάτι της ζωής μου, γιατί χωρίς εσάς δε θα ήταν ζωή. Γιατί δε θέλω να ξεχάσω. Κάθε στιγμή ήταν μοναδική. Κι ακόμα κι αν όλοι κάνουμε τις επιλογές μας και παίρνουμε το δικό μας δρόμο, κάποια στιγμή οι δρόμοι μας διασταυρώθηκαν and for that I am grateful. Γιατί χωρίς εσάς δε θα ήμουν αυτό που είμαι, αυτό που θέλω να είμαι. Θα 'θελα να χωρίσουμε μαζί, γιατί μαζί μεγαλώσαμε, μαζί γελάσαμε, μαζί αγαπήσαμε, μαζί κλάψαμε. Μαζί πέσαμε, μαζί σηκωθήκαμε. Μαζί αποφασίσαμε, μαζί δειλιάσαμε, μαζί τελικά ξεχάσαμε..<br />
Έτσι θα 'θελα να χωρίσουμε μαζί.<br />
Όχι χώρια.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-9627100471766955872013-07-24T06:10:00.002-07:002013-07-24T06:10:43.114-07:00Failure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We are never free. <div>
What we have become, is contrary to what we have planned. What we are, is not what we wanted to be. Our freedom is continuously consumed. Not only by the "great powers" of the world, the governments, the people who hold the ropes. But by an even greater menace.<div>
Our own selves.</div>
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We have dreams. We have hopes. We have expectations.</div>
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Yet, we end up burying them deep down. We become slaves of our brain. What we need, is never what we get. And this is entirely our fault. </div>
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Because when the heart screams "YES", we close our ears. When the mind realizes what is wrong, we close our eyes. We end up doing what is easier. What is right for others, but not for us. We let go of the chances we have, because we messed up once. And then this means messing up twice. And we go on, building one mistake upon the other, burying what we want deeper and deeper in a dark pit, locking our freedom away from reach. Cause we are human and we are stupid.</div>
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We never take control. We just let things... be. Happen. We<i> let </i>them happen instead of <i>making</i> them happen. So we mess up. Messed up situations, messed up feelings, messed up people. Messed up world.</div>
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One we created by our cowardliness. </div>
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And we are afraid. We are afraid to live, to love. We are afraid to let go of our chains, to lose ourselves in what makes us happy. And we obey. We obey other's wills, we give up, we give in.</div>
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The life we lead is no longer our own. If it were, things would have been easier, better. We lead a life someone else is expecting us to live. We choose, and yet the choice in not ours anymore. Not because we don't want it. Because they won't let us. Because people interfere, no matter how hard you toss and turn, you kick and fight. And our brain forgets. The strings pulling us, become our own. And then we cease being us. We become the "convenient" way.</div>
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We are not us.</div>
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We have failed.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-39197539709706676442013-07-02T04:28:00.002-07:002013-07-02T04:28:59.020-07:00"Αυτό είναι σχέση, φίλε"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
" [...] Η εμπιστοσύνη, η φροντίδα, η στοργή, το πάθος, η τρέλα, η ζήλια, οι βόλτες, τα ξενύχτια, τα μεθύσια, τα ταξίδια, τα ατελείωτα γαμήσια, τα κρυφά ραντεβού, οι περίεργες συζητήσεις, τα μυστικά τηλεφωνήματα στις 3 το χάραμα, τα "σ΄αγαπώ" στη θάλασσα, τα "σε μισώ" στα πάρτυ, τα "σε θέλω" στα μαγαζιά, οι αμοιβαίες υποχωρήσεις, τα ναι και τα όχι, οι προσπάθειες, τα πρέπει και τα μη, τα λάθη, τα ηλιοβασιλέματα, τα γέλια και τα κλάματα, η συγνώμη.. Αυτό είναι σχέση, φίλε."</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-1250573730021018502013-06-10T14:12:00.002-07:002013-06-10T14:12:30.825-07:00Consumed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">Our lips
crush violently. I can feel the heat of his lips burning mine as they move
together. His sweet scent, which doesn't resemble any man-made perfume, fills
every corner of my lungs. His arms keep me locked in an embrace which I
couldn't escape, even if I wanted to. My hands search for his hair and are
automatically clenched around them. Our breathing speeds up and comes out in
gasps. The heat exerting his body is absorbed willingly by every cell of my
body, burning me on the inside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He pushes
me back against the wall and I curl my legs around his waist. My fingers trace
the back of his neck, his broad shoulders, and then find their way back to his
hair again. He keeps kissing me, every inch of me, my lips, my hair, my neck,
my chest. His soft lips leave little fires on my skin everywhere they touch. I
feel like there is no way in the world I can satisfy the hunger I feel for
more. Not even every possible way of being linked together will ever consume
what we feel. He gives me a long, last kiss. When his lips leave mine, I want
them back. I bury my face in his chest not willing to let go, inhaling as much
of his scent as I can. He never pushes me away from him. He just strokes my
hair, lips on my forehead, hands resting on the small of my back. These would
be our last minutes together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I have to
go”, he whispers softly in my ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“I know”, I
say quietly, trying to fight back the tears trying to make their way to the
surface.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">He holds me
tighter, then leans down for a deep, last kiss. I cup his face in my hands,
trying to prolong the kiss, but time is running out. We have to part ways. He pulls
me back softly, as if not to hurt my feelings, stares deep in my eyes for a
moment to absorb my image, and then he just leaves, the door closing noisily
behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It’s like
the room’s temperature has dropped five degrees. Like the colours on the walls
have become dull in an instant. The smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen
is no longer appealing. His absence leaves a hole in my heart, only to be
mended when we meet again. Which we will. Destiny has crossed our paths in a
strange way and it surely has a common a path for us. Because we don’t want
each other. We <i>need</i> each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“Never say
last”</span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-13551292310426347822013-05-22T13:41:00.000-07:002013-05-22T13:41:45.578-07:00Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Memories are who we are. Whether they are good or bad, happy or painful. Without them, we are nothing. We lose ourselves.<br />
Don't give them up. They are all that you have. They are all that's real. Everything you felt. Love, hope, pain. Cause it's easy to forget, to let yourself go of past. But hold on to it. It's who you are, it's what people made you feel, it's what you've been through. Hold on to them. Keep them safe. Cherish them. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-28442436630063703252013-05-11T05:54:00.001-07:002013-05-11T05:55:56.187-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
“Some things are more precious because they don't last long.”<br />
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“Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it.
Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to
make it last forever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only
difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice
lasts a little longer.”
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-The Picture of Dorian Gray</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-40306601457606514472013-04-14T07:11:00.001-07:002013-04-14T07:11:31.883-07:00Breaking the habit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yeap. It is time. It is finally the time I really make a decision and stick to it. No more straying, no more delusions, no more yielding to emotions.<br />
“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them." -The picture of Dorian Gray<br />
Cause after some time, you can't expect to be able to open someone's eyes. At some point, they have to open them alone.<br />
Cause patience has also it's limits. And you can't expect someone to wait for you forever till you make up your mind.<br />
Cause lies, betrayal, ingratitude, at some point can't be ignored.<br />
Cause when they take you for granted, you should show them you are not a game they can play. <br />
Cause, after all, magic comes with a price.<br />
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So, yeah. I'm finally breaking the habit. For real. Goodbye dreams. Goodbye hopes. "Goodbye my lover,goodbye my friend".<br />
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I hope you decide and find what you are looking for.<br />
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I don't want to be the one the battles always choose. Cause inside I realise that I'm the one confused. I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate or say what I don't mean. I don't know how I've come this way, I know it's not alright. So I'm breaking the habit, I'm breaking the habit tonight.</div>
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My best friend. My crush. My brother. My lover.<br />
My life.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-15579892964297503472013-03-20T10:50:00.002-07:002013-03-20T10:50:38.645-07:00Treasure<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
No matter how much gold or treasure you have in your hands, if you don't know how to appreciate it or realise how much it's worth, then it's worthless to you.<br />
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Then again, others may be able to see and appreciate it's value. And when it's gone, then maybe you will realise what you had and what you lost. And it will be too late.<br />
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Or maybe you won't.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-14991390579393823382013-03-18T08:47:00.001-07:002013-03-18T08:49:25.425-07:00Great Expectations<p>Lesson of the week: expect everything from everyone. No exceptions.<br>
Or expect nothing. Either way never be surprised. Even the best may stray.</p>
<p>The irony and bliss of ignorance...</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-15481629866753324862013-02-12T08:39:00.000-08:002013-02-12T08:44:51.485-08:00We Are Us<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We are believers. We are those who still have faith. We are those who see the silver lining behind every massive destruction. We are the ones who believe in magic. In love. In the kindness of the world. In whatever good there is still left. We are fighters. The ones with unicorns and centaurs and fairies on our side. We are the ones who haven't given up yet. We are the ones who still hope.<br />
We are those who fly with their wings. We are those who still face the flaming dragons. Those who endure the poison of the witch.<br />
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But we,too, are afraid. Sometimes we feel like we're losing ourselves. Sometimes we doubt it all. Sometimes we are on the verge of giving up. Long gone into the cruelty of the world. If we give up too, the world will be lost forever. Innocence will seize to exist. Magic will be forsaken.<br />
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But then, we remember. We remember why we fight for it all in the first place. We remember why when everyone else has given up, when the world has become so rotten, we still hold our grounds. Few of us left, but with hearts as wide as Wonderland and Neverland and every other land combined all together.<br />
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We are the ones who find beauty in the little things. We are the ones seeing magic around the corner. We are the ones who still fight the war even after a lost battle. We are those who believe in a power higher than ourselves. We are those who believe in a potion greater than any unbreakable curse: a True Love's kiss.<br />
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We are You.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4889647772775525903.post-24318117661106537632013-02-11T09:03:00.001-08:002013-02-11T09:03:11.540-08:00Times like these..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"..but know that the world is full of beauty you don't even know of or never think about. No need to stay down. Stay open. To everything. Και σε απογοητεύσεις. It's surprising how you think you know everything αν δε φάεις τα μούτρα σου. Sometimes τζαι μετά που τα τρώεις! Anyway, "I've always depended on the kindness of strangers" ". 10/4/12<br />
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