MistralDream
This webpage is just a little something to keep me (right on the picture) busy during the day. It mainly hostes some meaningless thoughts of mine about life. This means it's just a lot of uninteresting crap. I'll try to keep the crap up to date anyway. It makes me feel less useless. Sorry.
THE TREE, THIS TREE
I'd like to be a tree. Firmly anchored to the earth and reaching for the sky. Never complaining, adapting to every change, and always growing to become stronger. Being the source of freeing oxygen, source of life. Using everything that's given positively. Providing shadow when the sun is too hot, letting light through when winter is dark, showing a feast of colours when autumn is grey and giving life when spring awakes. I give my thoughts to this tree, who will pass them on to the wind. This tree, who was there long before I was born and who will still stand long after I'm gone. Serene and wise, ... for sure. Happy, ... maybe. My friend and freedom, my fantasie, ... it will be always.
(Myriam 6.12.2004)
BLINDENESS HURTS
If they could only see how much pain there is in me, how life has become meaningless to me, how hurt my heart is and how sick my head is, how hopelessness has conquered me, how gone I am. I hate them for not seeing that I am not dying but already dead. I hate them because I love them and therefor there blindeness is a fatal stab. This is the last scream: HELP!
(Myriam 6.12.2004)
DON'T WANT TO TRY
I'm spending too much time on trying.
I don't want to try to live, I want to live.
I don't want to try to be happy, I want to be happy.
I am tired of trying.
I want to do.
I want to be.
(Myriam 10.12.2004)
REVENGE ON PAPER
I'm sorry if I cryed because I was sad.
I'm sorry if I screamed because I was mad.
I'm sorry if I dream, I'm sorry if I feel,
I'm sorry for believing in things unreal.
I'm sorry I'm lost right now.
I'm sorry I lost hope.
I'm sorry my soul is broken.
I'm sorry if all I needed was some help,
when a pen and black inkt were my only friends.
I sencerely apologise for being me.
(Myriam 11.12.2004)
SHOULD I?
I saw a documentary yesterday on tv about people surfing waves on a river in the south of France. This is a natural phenomenon that happens only a few times a year. People rush from one side to the other just to be able to ride that wave for just a few minutes. The passion in there eyes is awaking. The whole sphere they're living in is so appealing. Suddenly I felt the unresistable urge to go there. It's becomming an obsession I think. I'm fataly atracted to surfing. I've done some windsurfing. I loved it. How about surfing? How could I have forgotten this dream. This dream of someday sitting on a terrace, overlooking the sea and chatting just about anything with some friends. Looking back and seeing the surfboards leaning against a wall. Not being able to resist, taking mine and heading for the sea. Just to feel one last wave before going home to shower and prepare for dinner whith the crew. My crew. My dream! How could I ever have let it go? Should I let it go? I'm a dreamer. They call me a fool. Am I?
(Myriam 13.12.2004)
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