Monday, December 15, 2008

Memoirs of Monique Part-3



I’m held to life by thin strings, Slowly they break.

And I sink lower into the death itself fear leaves me, for that is where I belong.

Unreal---
I’m not dead, but I am not sure if I want to live either.
I am not walking but I can see myself walking.
I am not listening, but I still hear the truths that hurt my ears and deep into my mind.
I am not looking but I am seeing things that are tearing my fragile soul apart.
I am no touching, but I can feel the frost bites of this unreal world we live in.
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The alone running in my worthless body is black and burning from poison within called hatred.


Hatred –
Inside hate is rippin and wasting through my soul.
Not long and it will devour me,
Your words did this to me.
Not long, not long now before I murder,
Not long before I break the silence that surrounds me.
This hate is mine, mine alone.
It has nowhere to go, so I’ll keep it till it’s too late.
Till it consumes me entirely.
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Quotes:

>"A joker is not needed when you got the full deck of cards".
>"The day that I got to know the need of Love in my Life, was the day I started feeling that I'm Alone".

>"If you ignore your drawbacks, world won't think twice to show you the Mirror".

>"Winds of change will always take you in full circle. What has parted now from your ways will cross you again once more in the future, only if you choose to move on ahead with the time".

>"We the travellers of love, will meet soon again, as we walk towards our respective destination".

>All the answers you seek are within you, Just ask the right questions.

> They say they got reasons to live or die, but i got none for the aspects in life.

> It’s a funny thing about coming home, looks the same, smells the same, feels the same; you realize what’s changed is you.
> You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went. You can swear and curse the fates; but in the end, you have to let go.
> Everyone feels different about themselves one way or another, but we all goin' the same way.
> Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.
> I was thinking how nothing lasts, and what a shame that is. But again I knew some things do last.
> Nobody sees the obvious, nobody observes the ordinary. There are more miracles in a square yard of earth than in all the fables of the Epics and Legends

> What do I need to be Me?
To be acknowledged for who and what I am, no more, no less. Not for acclaim, not for approval, but, the simple truth of that recognition. This has been the elemental drive of my existence, and it must be achieved, if I am to live or die with dignity.