lovers

The danger of prolonged despair is its tendency to cloud the gift of a new beginning that every tomorrow offers. --Anissa's Redemption

The eyes of the lovers are blind while those of the grieving are wide open.

Love is God.Love is divine.Love is an act of God.

Everyone of us has that moment in our life, when you wanted to say NO but say YES even when you know it__ not going in your favor.

She was somehow this damaged creature I had fortuitously encountered along my path and now cared about as a result. Granted, I didn't cause her harm, as I did with Icarus, but I somehow began to feel responsible for her welfare.

But I did feel the vertigo of death__ invitation, beckoning me towards the dark waters below. Only a newfound perspective and desire steadied my wavering soul. I came to realize, just in time, that suicide was far too easy _ and obscenely cowardly _ after someone I knew, not even half my age, had been through so much worse and still marched gloriously on.

In addition to my new outlook on life, in some absurdly simple way, Anissa gave me several new reasons to live. Above all, I had to see her again and find out what, if anything, would happen between her and me.

A few minutes later, my eyes began to feel a bit droopy, but I vaguely noticed that Anissa was whispering something.

The lead-up to the moment was magical in every respect, but a part of me was, and still is, uneasy about the whole thing for many reasons.

But then, as I looked in the mirror, I became fixated on some hairs near my carotid artery that were still there. I pushed the blade deep against my neck to shave them off, and then blood squirted out.

My past still haunts me when I sleep, although I saw that - much to my surprise- his does as well.

He stopped complaining, but now I was annoyed. I went to the roof and drank alone.

I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday.

Nights without work I spent with whisky and books.

Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

She left, never to return. I planted a tree and a seed each time I thought of her. I grew a small forest and a large garden and had no one to give the orchids to.

It was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I notwhen everything I__e ever known has slowly gone away.