By enamora

A smile is a curve that sets everything straight

Month: August, 2014

The Alchemist

It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explaination, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at the moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know the person before becoming committed. But maybe the person who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, its easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether its in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes met, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one’s dream would have no meaning.

A hyme for midnight lullabies

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. And it sucks when people suddenly changes. It’s like you don’t know them anymore and it’s really sad to realize that you can’t do the things you usually do together.

A Winter’s Tale

I set myself to consider my options and I ask myself, why do we live our lives according to what our parents want. We live in a part where we believe they only want what is best for us. I ground myself from pursuing what I want, and set upon my focus on what I need. And I think I have been doing it wrong. Because what I need does not coincide with what will eventually make me happy. Yet the signs and tell-tale are there: what I want will soon died off. She can never protect me. An empty vessel will always make the loudest noise. And so I take it to heart, yes I am confused. With that, what is next: Mock me or Help me. The end result will be my final decision

Cold winds of Winter

If a weirwood tree grew strong in the north, why move it to the south. It is known the tree has grown to the cold, cold winds, felt the caress of the snow and the striking spear of the frost. A young wolf so-called King in the North. There is only one shadow: the shadow of Death. And what do we say to Death? Not today.

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A Stranger, love and misadventure by Lang Leav

There is a love I reminisce,
Like a seed I’ve never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
And eyes not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
And arms that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss,
These things I’ve never known.

The Winter Soldier

I was never meant to heal a broken  heart. I am more of a soldier, who will be there to protect and defend when winter is coming. For now, I am contented with what I do, regardless of what people might say. A nurse, a receptionist, a disguised beauty, a uniformed mannequin paraded through, I never deserved such love from anyone. My past linger and spill open every memory, but no one shall know my deepest feeling. I might walk away when peace have come. And be sure that I will come back should the next winter comes. To love, i wont be au fuit. Because to me, I am just your  winter soldier.