Deep Sigh.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly; All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to arise. Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these sunken eyes and learn to see; All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Things happen, and things change. But we have to make the most of what we have and move on with ourselves. If we're always looking at all the negative things in our life we're not going to get anywhere. It sounds so harsh, but it's true. We have to just move on and accept that life is going to throw difficult times at us >_<.

Yet it's so hard to just accept them. The things that happen in our lives affect how we live them; if something happens and it's bad, then we're not going to want to try and make it good again. We're just going to sit back and reminisce on how things used to be and how much we want it to come back again.

I'm so confused now ._.; I don't know what to do anymore.

It is a cold and broken Hallelujah- that is love.

Love is not a cry that you hear at night,
it is not someone who has seen the light.
It is a cold and broken Hallelujah.

Her heart sank, and rose with the song.
She released her confusion, and her broken sobs.

'Cause the night is blind, and so is love.
It is broken and horrible- a push and a shove.

Love is an emotion, needed to mend.
A sign of devotion, taken and sent.

As she listened to the song,
her heart rid of pain.
For she finally realized,
the solemn silence of rain.

Love is the comfort of mending a broken soul;
& it is the obstacles you face, together, as one whole.

Her heart sank and rose with the song at hand,
but she finally saw the horizon- a far off land.

There was silence and calm, and all you could hear,
was the pattering of rain, and the running of deer.

But a soft echo reigned from the sky far above,
It is a cold and broken Hallelujah- That's what defines love.

And the wave of poetry continues..

What would happen if my mind spoke free?
Would you stand up and walk away from me,
or accept my harsh honesty?

What would happen if I just let you go,
and let your violent sobs pain you so?
Would you deny this reality,
or accept my terrifying formality?

As much as this leaves wounds of pain,
and as much as they sting from cried rain;
I have to move on from this, from us.
I have to indulge in this blissful dusk.

Through the night of the uncertain fear,
I will dream of the coming years,
where denial and lust are gone, my dear.

So farewell, my lover and my friend.
To this my written letter, I must send.

Bordom.

What am I doing? I don't know anymore.

It feels like my knowledge, has dropped to the floor.

Down the rabbit hole, into the dark.

It's disguise is perfection, just like Kent Clark.

How will I find it, where will I look?

Perhaps in a paper, computer, or book.

But when I find it, what will I do?

Keep it to myself? Or share it with you?

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What happens when I split my knowledge in two?

Does it benefit me? Or will it benefit you?

These questions sit in my brain, day after day.

Yet no one has the answer, the solution, the way.

So before I go and search for my treasure,

Answer this question, with a sliver of pleasure.

Do I take and keep that treasure of mine?

Or should I share the treasure that I will find?

Too many questions, such little time.

These question leave me in such an incredible bind.

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So I'll be off on my own, small, little quest;

To search for my knowledge without any rest.

I will travel deep down the hole of dark,

Though it's disguise is perfection, like Kent Clark.

I will search without question, and not know where to look.

Perhaps I will search in a paper, computer, or book.

But when I find it what will I do?

Keep it to myself? Or share it with you?

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Un blog en français - Je ne suis pas philosophique.

Avez-vous déjà remarqué que l'humeur qui est définie dans la matinée est comment votre journée va se jouer. Je veux dire, s'il ya un combat énorme dans la matinée, alors vous allez pas être heureux ce jour-là.

Il est étonnant comment un petit événement dans notre vie peut affecter la façon dont nous vivons, comment nous comporter, comment nous rationaliser, comment nous pensons. Quand vous pensez vraiment cela, il est effectivement tout à fait étonnant.

Ces événements se produisent toutes dans le passé, non? Ainsi vous pensez que nous serions en mesure de passer du passé et juste continuer sur l'avenir. Mais ça ne marche pas comme ça du tout.

Nous nous accrochons à des choses qui arrivent, nous les laissons touchent nos vies et nous donne envie d'abandonner. Nous rejetons la responsabilité des événements comme ceux sur la façon dont nous vivons nos vies, et comment ils sont de limiter ce que nous pouvons faire. Et tout ça parce que nous pouvons ressentir ces émotions, et ils nous font peur, et la douleur nous.

Ah, c'est vraiment remarquable. Pourtant, nous le laissons nous affecter à une telle mesure radicale qui est empoisonne nos vies. Nous devons nous rappeler que ces événements sont en dehors de la vie. Ils ne vont pas s'en aller, et ils vont simplement continuer à venir. Nous devons l'accepter, et peut-être, quand nous ne Enfin, nous allons enfin pouvoir vivre une vie heureuse. Parce que nous sommes arrivés au point où nous avons finalement réalisé que la vie est pas mal. Ce n'est pas quelque chose à la haine ou le blâme sur des choses horribles. C'est quelque chose qu'il faut chérir, car nous n'avons qu'une seule vie. Et nous pourrions ainsi faire le meilleur parti possible.

Juste une idée qui m'est venue dès les premières heures de la matinée. Au revoir! ;D

P.s: maintenant je vais me rendormir. ;)