Иногда просто хочется остановится и…ничего. Просто остановится. Замереть, затаив дыхание… Впитать в себя жизнь, настоящее… Те драгоценные моменты самого что ни на есть существования… Крупицы того, что через мгновение исчезнет, испарится и станет просто прошлым…с каждой секундой отдаляясь и превращаясь лишь в призрачное воспоминание – отголосок того, что было всем.
Просто хочется остановится..Хоть на мгновение..вечность. Почувствовать то, что уйдет навсегда. Как же еще ощутить жизнь?..Этот сладостный миг между прошлым и будущим.
Просто остановится и…прожить.
Maybe there’s no such thing as perfect life…everyone has their own vision of what the perfect life is like. Maybe the whole life’s aim is to find the one to share your perfect life vision with?
You know what my vision of the perfect life is? It’s..to be free..in your thoughts and desires..To be able to turn..to change..Whenever I want and however I want..To do what you like..but not just one particular thing..To change, combine and invent..To love and to be loved..To love the life in general and yourself at every single moment..To be free..To leave what you don’t want behind and move to what you love..Not to be bothered with what you don’t need..To be able to erase people you don’t need and keep on discovering new ones..new places..new activities and just miracles everywhere around..Just to live with no boundaries..
Some people can really find it in the daily routine..Can really love their office jobs despite the tiredness and whatever else.
It’s not about the thing we do but the way we feel about it.
Do you remember your dreams? For me one of the best ways to fall asleep is just trying to recall the dreams I had before. Even if I remember just few details from each, somehow they become bigger…The picture grows and I find myself in the middle of the world I’d been to once before. It’s really shocking to see the picture coming alive…it’s pretty like making a movie from an old black&white photo.
What if..What if the dreams we see aren’t really just products of our imagination? What if we see real events from the part of other people? No matter how irrational the world and events in the dream look, you can never tell this couldn’t happen in another universe. What if we are actually living the lives of others every night? What if others live our life? Maybe this thought is way to weird..
Just..what if? This is just some weird stuff that came to my mind but..In the dreams we have memories, special skills and feelings and so on..so practically a new personality..What if our real life is also a sort of dream?
They say when you are dying you see the whole life passing in front of your eyes..all highs and falls..you are to experience everything before you disappear completely.
I haven’t seen it. I just fell into one endless black hole..No escape, no way out…Feeling the darkness filling you…Getting used to nothing. Just endless darkness. You are nothing and mean nothing. Had I ever existed? I was nothing. One endless night without dreams. Just darkness. I vanished, disappeared. I was nothing.
Is death like that? Just..disappearing? Or was it just a medium stage..a tunnel to another life? Could it be like Alice’s falling to Wonderland? Or these are just the fairy tales we relax ourselves with?
Why was it a black hole? Where’s my life’s slide show? Had my life been that useless and miserable, not even worth a single memory to appear? Is it still like that?
Is it a purpose of our lives..to make the best presentation? Who are we to show-off in front of?
Still there’s just a black hole. Endless darkness.
There are so many things I want to say, to write..so many unsaid words..they are stuck in my mind..and I can’t let them go. Sometimes they happen to leave..But is it for good? If they were meant to be said at some particular time, is it good to use them now? To release them so..carelessly?
Thousands of unsaid phrases..unshowed emotions..deep inside. Is it good to release them?.. They say, it’s better to share and speak aloud..not to keep them, not to let them bother you endlessly. As for me, It’s just a way to take a break, but there’s no real solution.
Words and actions, memories and..guilt. Unsaid words that were created and..kept. Will there ever be the opportunity to use them? I don’t think so. The world isn’t constant and missed moments would never come back. There could be chances but they would differ and the result is more than just unpredictable..Though it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try.
The only thing that we are to remember is not to use these words and actions in the wrong way, with others…Once meant for something or somebody it already has its reflection..Find other words, other ways..make it different. Why to complicate the net of memories and emotions inside even more by connecting what wasn’t meant to be connected? Let the brand-new start be actually brand-new.
Words aren’t just a combination of letters we use to express ourselves. It’s more than that. That’s probably the reason we have so many synonyms. Nothing is clear and plain. We are to make our words fit our thoughts, not on the opposite. So if the thoughts and feelings differ..change the way you express yourself.
But what actually happen to those unsaid words? Is there a way to get rid of them?
Write what was meant to be said. What is to be said. To get rid of them. Write to find rest.
Keep writing even if those words won’t find the real addressee, I just give them a chance to.
It’s time to turn off the light..My favourite time of the day. When you can turn off the lights and see..nothing. Now you can really enjoy the night. I don’t like all these mid-stages. Twilight..Either complete darkness or the bright light. I know how it drives everyone crazy but should I care?They just have no idea what it’s like to disappear in the darkness.
Bright light..you exist, everything’s so clear and here it comes..a shut down…you see nothing, you feel nothing..you disappear. Love those moments of complete frustration. When you start to wonder whether you ever existed. Whether there had ever been light. The moments when you are alone with your thoughts trying to find the way out.
I believe that darkness is the most sincere shape of reality. Light..makes everything look so..neat. Everyone and everything prefers to hide showing only the best side of them. And in the darkness..you can’t be afraid of being who you are, there’s no one to judge and to be judged. I believe darkness hides a lot more than light can show.
My favourite time..I feel life everywhere. I don’t see but feel.
Few more minutes to feel the world..few more minutes to be its integral part..till it breaks, falls into separate pieces.
Few more minutes..