wow, suddenly encroached with fully- blown wind from all street corners, ruthless winter sharpening her teeth, and leaves under feet, everything seems to be so precious.
Fragile pieces of human life are written down on the sad days pages, I believe, I see, and I scream for more silent days as if somebody had broken my heart without my permission. I would like to be a king of my own life, my own heart commands, and as I can see these days, followed by easily impact- of- a huge- intensity distorted reality of mine, this might be the most combat- requiring part of human life.
Do you remember the lady with umbrella I had mentioned several blogs ago?
We expect certain things to be flowing according to pace of our mind. To fit. To be scrubbed by it in case of evidence shows different testimony.
Mind is a tricky mechanism (if it really mechanism is), and I ,myself, am fully aware of its from truth misleading damages it can cause. This is a spot that I precisely did not wanna be facing. That whole Truth or Non- Truth question, or philosophical quest.
No matter how we call it, we all believe in some truth, percentage of information conceived ( and yes, I say conceived) by ourselves, that would be consistent with our belief about truth of that information.
And I am everlastingly trapped in the belief of the truth I just conceived by help of this (even not mine) keyboard. I am reveling, so reveling in it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=He0aIxpItBw&feature=related

life oddity

There is always one leaf falling down from your LIFE tree every day. At night, when you are sleeping , I am standing under, catching it. Will YOU, will YOU be the savior of MINE?

i felt in love with the words of a biologist

as i read a book called tree of knowledge by maturana and varela i encountered a very compelling definition of love, and it relentlessly swings back and forth in my mind.

"the expression of biological interpersonal congruence that lets us see the other person and open up the room for existence beside us."

so i got up and opened the window.

i have found a new window tonight

I have found a new window
a window without widows in its frame
where scream does not echo
as in dreams that are echoless
opening the window
i besiege you for your faith in me
since to you i bestow
when you look too close
the window has your face
and i am being hurt in silence

To you all my honor falls (to (not just) Lord Byron)

To the well of your soul
all my honor,there it falls,
suppose it' s your fault
that I would crawl
to the end of the world
(does it exist though?)
to find myself as yours.

gone

i cried your name
and you did not come

you cried my name
and i was gone