A Million farms of roses

Nine months of mixed emotions, a million farms of roses won't be enough for every single month, the happiness of his first word is not measurable, when he says his first letters, his first words her ears will be listening with passion, what she loves the most are his cute, little, warm fingers, and the thing she does is turning his weakness into strength, she teaches him how to turn his crying voice into a voice that's heard, she hugs him to tell him she's here all the time and she shouts at him when he does a wrong thing but it's not alright for anybody else to shout at him.

She sacrifices with the highest amount of health so that he can live in the perfect way. She loses all the hours of sleep so that he can be comfortable, if they didn't know it's the mother who does all of these things, they would have called her a crazy person.

Her smell is the real Aroma therapy, her voice is the real symphony and her touch is the healing one, when he starts to walk she'll be happy enough to send gifts to all the people in the universe, she really sees the sky in blue for the first time when he's with her, she knew the colors of life before but now they have another definition.

She understands him without listening to his voice, they talk without the need to speak, she gets everything he needs through his small eyes, tied up like a bird to its nest, when he closes his eyes she takes a rest but still sad that he's not with her, love in its most noble meaning is symbolized in her.

He may not understand her all the time, but he will if he became a mother, if they fought she'll be waiting for him to think of going back to her and saying I'm sorry, but she will not wait till he come.

One day in the year is disgraceful, unless we made it the whole year, it's the hardest goodbye anyone has ever said, her strong weak heart will not be able to wait, so why? Why?! No matter what happens she'll have the inner side of her burning for you, she'll be dying even if you didn't feel it, or even if she didn't let it out.

It's something that will never be denied, you are related to her, your first home was her body, and if it wasn't it's her soul, if you've never met her you're lucky because you don't know what you're missing, and if you have then lost her then your sorrow can be sensed by anyone, Keep in your memory that the more you'd like to meet her the more the chances will increase, no matter if she's alive or not, and always remember souls never die…

Lost in my own room

Lost in my own room, thinking with a million ideas in my head, I'm trying so hard to clear the blur of my vision, a hundred voices speaking, I'm trying to listen, not sure if I'll be fine when I listen, can't life be a little bit easier, I'm searching for the one inside of me.

I'm trying to let my kite reach the twilight in the far horizon, I discovered that the things you see far away from you aren't always what they really are, a beautiful, colorful, rainbow butterfly can be a black dot in the sky, walking in the roads of my mind, I see the chances getting closer and moving away after a glimpse, the months of the year pass by like a ride to my old house, the four seasons of the year can leave a big effect on my tired mind.

Eyes looking at me shouting with my name, what's really funny is that I can't recognize it, it's because I don't know who I'm now, I used to write down what people said about a design I made so that I can see what things to modify and I used to put what I wrote in the pocket of my trouser, now I put my hand in my pocket to find nothing but the cracks of the cookies my grandmother used to bake, Oh how much I wish I will find a paper with some notes in my pocket, oh how much I'd love to have some instructions.

After a while I remember the messages in the middle of the night telling me to hold on when I'm crashed, I remember the ones I love the most, I really don't know what could I have done without them, everyone has a soul mate, and my soul mate made everything easier for me.

Walking, running and trying to find the path on the ground, winds blowing next to my ears, whispering to me the story of the ray of the sun, it has spent a long time and it has lost a lot of power just to reach our earth, only to shine our day and to light our sky with blue, I keep walking…

Finally I found the path, and the light can't walk through me any more, I know myself now or at least I hope I will soon, sometimes you may go of the path, you may be lost in the middle of the most familiar places to you, it's not about the place or the time, it's about the parallel place inside of your head, it's about the Ideas related to this place, and it's about the empowering memories you have.

Life is hard because you thought it's easy, you should open your real eyes to see that path, we have two eyes to see the right way with one and the wrong way with the other, it's not enough to see the right side of something, you have to see the wrong side so that you can avoid meeting it.

You may wake up someday wondering how did you get yourself to such state, consequences can be clear after you finish what you've done, I'm totally lost In a place I know, life is hard when you live with all the harsh memories, life is hard when you imprison all the good memories in the prison of forgetting, feel your strength when you're wounded, feel your happiness in the middle of a disaster, it might not be their at all but you can fell all the sadness at once so that you can't find any in the next time.

No need for a compass, your compass is your hunch, it might be wrong sometimes, but usually it'll be right, and you'll be laughing in the end, don't listen to any of the voices but the voice you're comfortable with, don't be a naked person in the pole and don't let the voices of people freeze your heart.