Poetical

Peculiar girl, with a heart as big as the moon. I'm on a quest to becoming the best me. It's not easy achieving your dreams and reaching your highest potential but It can be done. Martin Luther King said it beautifully: "If you have not discovered something you are willing to die for, then you are not fit to live"

My blog will consist of all the things that moves me, inspires me, things that go hand in hand with my vaules and my beliefs. I will write, qoute, attach extracts from inspirational books, biographies, poetry but also beautiful photography of Interior design (big passion) and other masterpieces which I find delightful to share with you!

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→ 04 Jul 12 at 12 am
tags: poem  hearts  life  poetry  qoute 

In despair, only in despair do I find the words clinging to my heart

words of pain waiting to be written down

Only then do the melody of letters appear to me

In this time, in this place

I have no promises to hold on to

whats making me try, and wait and hope

I so wonder myself

perhaps I’m resisting the will to let it fall apart

yes, perhaps

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