Saturday, 7. November 2009, 14:29:24
I was thinking a lot yesterday. I was thinking about good stuff that happened in my life and bad stuff. I was thinking about people who think they're good and make world a better place. About people who think that they are so fair, they can forgive everything, they are so ''oh'' and ''ah'', but I think that the truth is completely different. I can see it. Not everyday, right, because they're good liars (oh but of course they don't think of themselvs that way, no no). They pretend they want to be our friends, that they don't really care too much about this and that bla bla bla - shitty talking- and then all of a sudden - BOOM ! - they have something mean to say, they laugh at you. Why? I don't know. Maybe they're are just stupid, or maybe they have some kind of mental illness, who knows? Sometimes I think that they're jealous, maybe it's grudge,maybe they have too much free time or have no life, maybe they really can't move on and just wait for any opportunity to say something bad, mean, stupid.
They just can't let go...I feel sorry for them...really sorry.
I don't think I have to wait for studpid response for too long, right? Or maybe now when I said that there will be no response at all, because you're too good for that...yeah you're too perfect you liar. Oh...how I don't like you..... TWO FACE ....uhhhh....
Tuesday, 20. October 2009, 10:56:36
Przechadzalam sie alejkami, gdy wiatr-ogrodnik zbieral liscie spod moich stop; nie byl w najlepszym humorze. Zimny wyraz twarzy, oczy patrzyly gdzies w dal, nieobecne. Minelam go i szlam dalej. Po lewej stronie na nagrobku mozna bylo przeczytac, kto, co ,kiedy i w jaki sposob zostalo utracone. Napisy -ledwo widoczne dla zwyklego przechodnia ale dla mnie byly w doskonalym stanie. Przeciez, utraconych marzen nie sposob zapomniec, nie znikna w miare uplywu czasu. Bo Pan Czas jak to kiedys powiedzial,nie jest lekarzem, nie potrafi wyleczyc z marzen...
Nagrobkow bylo tysiace, jedne mniejsze od drugich, inne tak stare, ze nawet ja nie moglam ich powstrzymac od zarosniecia i dania sobie z nimi spokoju. Zapomniane, bez ani jednej swieczki ,plomyka nadziei, ktory tlil by sie przez wiecznosc.
Skrecilam w lewo, tam pod wielkim jesionem nie lezalo jeszcze nic...wlasciwie prawie nic. Wielka dziura tylko czekala zeby przyjac kolejne marzenie...ale...cos bylo tutaj nie tak. Lopata, ktora opierala sie o drzewo dawala do myslenia. Pameitam! Uderzylam sie dlonia w czolo...to ja, wykopalam moje marzenie. Widocznie nie moglam pozwolic temu jednemu umrzec. Nawet, gdyby nigdy sie nie spelnilo, chcialabym je miec przy sobie. Jak naszyjnik ,ktory przynosi szczescie tylko tym, ktorzy w nie bardzo wierza.
Co zastanawialo Mona Moore ? Ze w lekko zmarznietej ziemi, nawet kopyta rumaka odbily sie wyraznie. Tak wyraznie ,ze mozna by uwierzyc ze byl tu zaledwie wczoraj...
P.S Prosze o wybaczenie za wszytskie bledy jakies tam ortograficzne, ale wczesna pora i uciekam do szkoly :/
Tuesday, 1. September 2009, 15:21:19
When I woke up today, there was a short letter from my hubby.
,,Go to the kitchen and try not to scream"
So I got up as quickly as possible and ran to the kitchen. On the kitchen table there was another letter and big envelope. Letter says:
,,I know that maybe it's not Bahamas or Cuba but I'll keep you warm there. It's also the place I've always wanted to take you anyway"
So I was confused but I opened the envelope and see those plane tickets...We're going to Yukon and Alaska ladies and gentelmen. Last week of summer...we're going!That's what I call suprise!
P.S I couldn not to scream !
Tuesday, 25. August 2009, 16:44:41
Can I stop the time from running? If it's possible to stop it for a moment? Cold wind came from a distance land today. Where was he? I didn't ask, but I knew that he brought first colder memory in his bag. He sat at my bed and told me that summer is coming to an end, and those colder days are about to begin. Colder, rainy days, full of other memories, which can't harm me, where I am right now, I am safe. I know it. But do I really want to be that safe?
I don't like autumn. Not that much. Summer don't leave - I want to scream, but there is no sound. Silence.
So I think we can't stop time from running away from us. If we can turn back time (you think it would be good for people or not?), like you can turn pages of your favorite book and read it again, even if the ending is sad you can experience love between two characters one more time, from the beginning.
But life isn't like that. If we did something we did it - simple as that, you can't go back to the past and redo your actions. It's a ''no no'' ladies and gentlemen. It's not a fashion ''no no'' it's not like eating ''no no'', it's life NO NO.
I like my No No. It brought me here. It left so much there, but there are lots of fairies inside. And there is one special fairy inside, someone brought it to life, how ? He told me ,,you just need to clap your hands, clap your hands so much...as much as you can"; so he clapped. And if the time will ever come I'll clap again because I believe in fairy tales.
About Mona Moore I wrote ending but I'm missing like beginning ( not exactly ) and middle action and..and... Ups...
Thursday, 13. August 2009, 20:31:11
I opened my eyes and thousands of stars appeared. I had only one wish. I was waiting for Perseids to appear, I wanted to wished upon a star, so I lied down on a hood and clenched my hands tight and waited.
It's not like I want it all. I just want a little bit more.
And about the story of Mona Moore...hmmm...It came to me last night:
,,They say if you want to be free and taste the life as it really is you should sell the house, buy a boat and sail round the world. That was our dream, the biggest dream we’ve ever had. No borders, no rules, nothing. Just we and the Ocean. Clear sky and freedom. Nothing could stop us then. How naive we were…''
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