Why does life seem to be getting più and più confusing? People always told me, "You will understand once te grow up." Now, I do not agree in any way with those people. Breakups, your friend dumping you, getting in trouble, those are all things that happen basically everyday today. Before, when I was a little girl, people always fussed over me, took care of me, were Friends with me forever, it seemed. What happened? Why is this happening to me? I want to ask that. But no one seems to know the answer. Especially when we see fights out, we know that fog is drifting into our minds. I don't like this at all. I want the fog to lift. But it doesn't seem to be happening...not today, o ever. Everything seems to be staying the way it is right now: confusing, awkward, new to us. I really hope that one giorno something will change. But...for now, the future isn't bright. Not in any way I see it.
hear my
unspeakable words,
those are screaming
inside my Lost strife!
See me,
see it through my
frightened eyes,
those will mostra you,
those will defeat
the peace itself.
That peace,
well-known to you,
but not to me.
Not to me.
I've seen it only
in their eyes,
while mine were dreaming.
Grabbing my soul,
living inside,
the fear loves me more,
smiling to my faith.
Hear me,
hear those
unspeakable words,
those are living here,
praying silently,
crying sternly.
Hope is awaken,
but weakened.
Hating fear
and its cruelty,
it struggles tirelessly,
though fading...
Fading
along with
unseen dreams,
sleeping
along with sorrow.
The doors
are locked,
Sun is not
illuminating
my path,
not mine.
Fears sleep
in there,
loving my failures,
listening to my
unspeakable words,
those are prayers,
unseen dreams,
fear lives within.
This is what it looked like when Danny was getting her earth lesson.
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angeli who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to sposta on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before te can say “Thank you” o “I Amore you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They baciare our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angeli who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to sposta on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before te can say “Thank you” o “I Amore you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They baciare our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
An image found that somewhat looks like the image of Phim I had in my head. ")
