Interruptions

when i hear nothing but the sound of pure wind...when i feel nothing but the feeling of true ache i put my ear on the ground and try to hear the buzz of the earth...i hear the calling of the shaman calling me from far away but i am all alone!...but when i close my eyes,i see in front of me all these merry moments of my life and take the strength to go on...cause deep in my heart i know that there will be many others yet to come...and it's worth striving with my inner self...to taste these moments afterall...i close my eyes again and i see a great future in front of me...a star that is waiting to give me its glow...so i breathe again and carry my carcass to the rest of the day...

interruptions

Sometimes, i feel like a girl interrupted...

A wild cry,

tries to awake me into the night,

an unusual scream from my deepest fears,

a mutual feeling, felt only by people i m interrested in...

A wild fantasy that i am alive...

sound

whole...

When i hear that cry i am so certain that the future 

will bring something so glorious,worth living for...

But the present is what troubles me most...

The interruption between the past and the present...

And the long, helpless waiting until the future...

In these living dreams my girls are beside me..

And one word of them it's enough to make me walk through the day,

interrupt my fears and make me still long.....