Regjistruar: 04/04/2003
Vendbanimi: broken glass
Mesazhe: 162

-I had a vision-she whispered, her voice so sensual yet childish.
-Yeah?
-One of those that come to me like bad premonitions but quickly fade away in this dusty noise of my busy, urban conscience. I can tell you. It hasn’t changed me a bit.
-I had a vision too. Of you. And I wonder if I’ll ever be the same…
I suddenly dissolve into nothingness. She has touched my soul, my untouchable soul…

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Regjistruar: 04/04/2003
Vendbanimi: broken glass
Mesazhe: 162

-Rrushi!
-Chula!
-You never called. Pendeja!
-Cicemadha! I was contemplating on life.
-What did you come up with?
-NADA! I’m stuck.
-No, sweety, you’re marinating.
-Ik pirdhu!
-Seriously, sometimes you need to sit still. You can only get stuck if you’re going too fast. I learned this not too long ago. This seems to be a theme recently though. We must be connected in some weird way.
-You Albanians are weird like that. This contemplating shit must be contagious.
We both laugh.
-You could be Albanian, my mom would love you.
-Rushi, how about that trip?
-Around Europe in 1 year?
-Oh my God, just imagine…
But I’m already there, packed and ready to go… Far from the everyday struggle to fit into the routine, the battle to just exist in peace with myself…

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Neo- I need your advice tell me what to do? I don't want to make any mistake this time. what would a wise person do?

Oracle- I am the oracle, I only advice it's up to you to make the decisions

Neo- What do you advice?

Oracle- Contact yourself, follow your intuition

Hmmmmmmm follow my intuition, That's what I do most of the time, but in this case, it says me nothing...

Let me contact myself.... I closed my eyes... I was listening to my inner voices... what was that I needed? oh a smileeeee I needed a smile...
I was amids my tears amids dreadful thoughts... needed something to light up my mind.

often when I find myself in this situation I search my memory and I look for beautiful moments when I was Happy... moments, isn't life made of moments? aren't they so damn few beautiful moments? And I asked myself, when were you happy? oh only a week ago... I was shining, I was all I forgot I was for a longer time... happy, free, sensual, beautiful, in wonderful company.... in a wonderful atmosphere...in a wonderful place....... I was myself with foot on earth, not flying in who knows what spaces.... I felt I was somebody, I felt I was in my perfection... dazzling others with my aura.... smiling upon my effect.

beautiful moments.... that bring a smile to my face.... and I am hanging on to them for the moment......being myself expressing myself as I always do good or bad habit, I don't know... I would say just different...

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Today I made a promise to myself to stay in the moment, you know, take a walk, feel the cold breeze, follow the city lights…But damm, it was too cold so I had to fly again. Somewhere far, far away, under the sun. My my lover, my companion, I miss you so much now that my days are nights and my nights are just long, treacherous, sweaty dreams. You died in my dream. I wonder what that means. I mourned you all day, I mourned the part of me that is you. “We’re like two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl…” Just like the moon and sun. We need each other to keep the balance! It’s just too bad we never meet…
So moments go by…I don’t notice myself and I’m just waiting for the pain that always brings me back to myself…just waiting, endlessly waiting…

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I don’t think I noticed her until she laughed. Her laughter, a glamorous celebration of freedom, a laughter not suited for the personality of a wild cat but oh robber of every heart beat, stealer of every breath…a truly sophisticated thief. The cat has a way of walking that’s so confident, so self-absorbed, almost royal, so frightfully independent. She knows how to look at you. The spark in her eyes is so unbelievably captivating, her fur so luxuriously alluring, she looks at you like no one dared to look at anyone before, exciting the very last palpitation of the heart, arousing every sense of desire, provoking every emotion…
She has found the way to my heart. It’s not the “bedroom eyes” as they all call them, nor is it her irresistible laugh, not even her powerful mind. No. The way our souls connect, that’s where is at, it is truly a special gift. The way she finds me in the dark, the way she wonders with her wonderfully free spirit to find herself, the way she rests her head on my heart when she aches, the way she runs to discover new worlds. Her heart so big I can’t wrap my arms around…
My beautiful wild cat with the silky black fur and the sparkly, hazel eyes…

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Regjistruar: 24/08/2003
Vendbanimi: night
Mesazhe: 2545

The cat is used to her solitude. She was born proud. She walks alone and knows what she wants.

Men want to be fish and bird, snakes want to have wings, dogs are disorientated lions, engineers want to be poets, flies study to become swallows, poets try to imitate flies, but the cat wants to be only cat, from the whiskers to the tail, from the night to her golden eyes.

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it's beautiful darke


[QUOTE]Po citoj ato që tha darke
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"dogs are disorientated lions"

what are lions?

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than I want to be a cat. I think I was born proud but i can't handle loneliness not in this current apartment. I felt much better in my 6 m2 room in the student's hostel where I have been living all my student life. I guess I wasn't ready to move into an apartment too big for me and too quiet, so quiet that you can hear your own thoughts.
yesterday couldn't sleep, I couldn't breath and I bankrooted calling people and waking them up. I thought I got over it. I was so self confident and proud of myself, but the surprise lasted only one week. and my wonderful without dreams sleep only one week. I am back to my old vicious regime of staying awake in the night reading remarque, Alende, or thinking- and being like ufo all day.

Rrushi I think I need a psychologist. the least stress has unbelievable consequences in my tired psychics.

I wish.... I don't know even what I wished.

PS: darke be glad u have 7 hours difference, but poor u girl when we will have the same time I will leave you without sleep at all

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Regjistruar: 24/07/2003
Vendbanimi: in you
Mesazhe: 3137

Citim:

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Po citoj ato që tha analistja
yesterday couldn't sleep, I couldn't breath and I bankrooted calling people and waking them up.

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that is why i had missed calls today in the morning .aha :p

Peto ne msn:p, tell me why so insomniac ?
Is this some telepathy cos i have been sleeping very bad lately?

miss u two .

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my fragment of the day/s :

-Where is your sense of wholeness ?
- I am sorry, what?
-Where is your sense of wholeness?
-oh.. hmm..let me check my back pocket...
It was then.

How is it now?
I am full....

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Regjistruar: 04/04/2003
Vendbanimi: broken glass
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Analiste, my nights have been sleepless too. I wish we could share your apartment, drink coctails all night and talk about whatever the hell we feel like... I've been writing a lot. It's very therapeutic. Oh, the courage to write.
NO FEAR!! here we go...


There is nothing else to say about it. It was clear as crystal; destiny had already decided for her. She believed things happen for a reason but sometimes things happened for no reason at all. Would it be Fate to make her take the unfamiliar Path? Was her free will just waiting to come to a crossroad? Hard to tell.
She could remember the first time she stood on that unsettling anxious feeling of being unsure about who she was, the tormenting uncertainty of what she was supposed to do. It was like standing on water, clear, blue water with arms wide opened reaching far to touch the breath of a wakening sky, lips longing for the first ray of light, just like that, unbelievably free. Destiny had a way of showing her what it could be like; destiny had a way of showing her the inevitable.
Now she stood on a crossroad, warm, red soil under her bear feet, crisp, bright air caressing her brittle face. No doubt in her heart, no fear in her eyes. Could she surrender to the call of her Destiny? Was she able to let go? Oh, her Will was so strong, the Will to chose the Right path. There was no going back. She had walked the deserted highway miles away from home. How much strength does it take not to be what everyone wants you to be? How much love will it take to become who you always knew you were? Her Destiny was her Free Will. Her Fate was Choice, her Strength was Freedom.

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