We aren’t fighting anymore, but yesterday’s fight didn’t turn out well.
I am sad.
How long has it been since we last kissed? It hasn’t been that long, I know. Feeling, however, take over me and I feel the need to embrace you. I want to be close to you And feel safe in your arms. I fell in love with you, unfortunately. Fortunately, I met you. Though, the sadness in all this reverie rests in how I cannot meet you. Again, I cry, trapped in this darkness. Where are you, love? Where are you, my knight? We are young and in love. My words hurt you like knives as I don’t know how to convey my feelings. Let this words that have been written out reach you, as you are the one who can pull me out of this picture. I want to once again…feel you.
Today, my boyfriend and I got into a fight. To make it clear, we have a long-distance relationship and have seen each other three times in the year and a half we’ve been dating. Truth to be told, I’m getting desperate and way too anxious because we’re in different continents. He’s in Europe while I’m in America.
We fought because, well…there isn’t really a reason. It’s just that I’ve been mad at him the whole day. The thoughts crossing my mind are thoughts of him not missing me as much as I do. It’s been quite long since we’ve kissed or held hands. I barely see him when we talk using Skype. His laptop’s camera is a piece of crap, and every time we talk I see him for about five minutes, then nothing. Our responsibilities makes it hard to have time and talk. And when we do have time, well…we watch funny videos on YouTube or watch a movie or something. It’s becoming a routine.
As a woman, I like the cute and sweet words he used to call me or the nice comments about my figure or the forever-in-love poems he used to tell me. Now, when we talk he tells me that he loves me, but nothing more. I made a mistake when I read the messages he used to send me. For heaven’s sake, he used to cry whether said he missed me and how he wanted to marry me.
Relationships are hard, not only romantic ones but every single other one, too. We have to deal with people, be careful not to hurt their feelings or something. I understand, still…there are times when I wish I could tell him how I feel and what I need without him getting irritated because he thinks I don’t appreciate what he has done.
I really had to write this down, since I needed to let it out.
People holding a hot cup of coffee tent to have more positive opinions of others.
Iced coffee, hot coffee experiment it’s about holding a warm cup of coffee and a cold cup of coffee, then being asked if we would prefer a coupon for a free ice cream for a friend or a gift for oneself. People that were holding the warm cup of coffee tended to take the gift for their friend, rather than the gift for themselves, and the people holding the iced cup of coffee tended to take the gift for themselves. We already know how, when someone tells you that certain person is cold or warm, we prejudge the person in question, but why is it that warmth and coldness affects our conduct or way of thinking?
Our reaction toward the feeling of coldness and warmth seems to go way beyond when we still lived in caves. The lack of clothing and seeking warmth and safety seems to have had an effect on our way through evolution. But not only evolution is involved, but the warmth we received by our mother’s embrace when feeding us. Everything has had an effect on us and the search for a warm welcome, a warm embrace or a hot passionate kiss. It’s funny how most positive things are described as being warm, but funnier how being warm or even holding something warm can make us more sympathetic and not think selfishly, compared to someone who’s been feeling cold or holding something cold. The brain, evolution, and the unconscious mind surely work in a curious way, making warmth have an conduct-changing effect.
Liberté de l’être humain.
Dans le CORAN dit que Dieu nous a donné le option de choisir nous même notre façon d’être et le chemin qu’on doit suivre, mais depuis qu’on est petits et même avant, les gens commence a choisir notre avenir.
Quand on est dans le ventre de notre mère, nous parents commence a choisir pour nous notre avenir, cette idéalisation commence le long chemin d’esclavagisme. Quand on né, les règles commence. Façon mangé, marché,créances religieux.
A l’étape de l’adolescence on rentre nous même dans une étape d’acceptation pour renter dans un groupe social. On est emprisonnés par la société, quel qu’un qui veut étudier médecin est mieux vu que quel qu’un que veut étudier la musique.
Quand on arrive à l’étape adulte, la société prend le Control total, travaille, dettes, maison, etc. Et si quelqu’un ne suive pas cet chemin il ne forme pas partie d’elle.
L’être humain soupçonne d’être libre et lutte pour ça mais il ne s-ce rendre pas conte qu’il est emprisonné par son propre système.
To think you were part of me,
To think you were who made up my heart.
Tell me you love me,
Tell me you want me,
Just let me drown in your love.
Take me into your arms,
Hold me tight,
Make me yours.
Take me now,
Let me be the one for you,
Let me be the star in the sky that guides you.
Please, come back,
Please, look now,
I’ve always been…
So kiss me,
Let me forget all of our past regrets,
And kill me silently.
Drown me deep inside you.
Diversity was created for the sole reason of having a crazy mixture.
Ice and fire,
A warm word,
A cold touch;
Loving and hating,
Trusting and suspecting,
Though it’s only when I look at whom we’ve become that I truly understand.
To make a puzzle you need those parts to fit.
For that matter, they can’t be the same.
There is, however, something unfair.
A piece will always be eating the other one away.
One of the pieces will always overpower the other.
Between us, according to that endless jigsaw,
Am I the one consuming you,
Or are you the one overwhelming me?
There was a time when his every word healed me,
A time when his every glance made me feel full of love,
A time when his caresses were everything to me,
When has time stopped?
When has the clock ceased to function?
Wings that have been cut,
Words that are meant to be left unsaid,
Hands that have turned into strangers,
A whisper that has turned bitter,
When did the seasons change?
I go up,
I go up and feel you,
But you grab me by the ankle and pull me down.
Why do you that?
I want to fly even if it’s dangerous,
I want to dream,
I want to see,
Let me break free.