Viva Theerose

'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Is there a way out???

I wonder at times is there a way out of love?? What is life without love, hate, pain and all the other things that makes the world go round. There are times when the world seems as if it might topple over but its held by a tiny string. Is there a way where you can make yourself disappear to a place where you're content. Is there a way out getting hurt??? I'm saying that you have to hide yourself in a shell like a turtle. What's life without taking risks?? Is there a way where maybe just maybe you wouldn't shed a tear. Is there a way out of not loosing the one you truly love to spend never ending time with them. For when that someone smile butterflies rise out the corner of their mouth, their eyes sparkle like stars, their cheeks rise like little hills, the nose wrinkle like a rabbits' nose. I wonder is there a way out???? I scream at the sky because I wanna know is there a way out. All I see is the sun shining brighter than ever and still no answer.