[touched_by_a_fallenangel]

E na impossibilidade de ser perfeito, de estar em todo o lado, fazer tudo o que posso fazer.. ou até mesmo de ser tudo o que posso ser. Contento-me com o que foi possível, com aquilo que pude ou me deixaram fazer. Acho que é um sentimento comum a todos, gosto de pensar que sim, que todos nós tentamos ser o melhor que podemos ser. Que no fundo todos nós nos interligamos, nos completamos em algo maior do que nós mesmos, apesar de nunca termos consciência total disso. É apenas mais uma ilusão mas como tudo é apenas uma ilusão em que escolho acreditar. É uma ilusão que me permite sorrir e tentar conciliar o meu ser com o resto do mundo, tentar fazer alguém sentir-se parte de algo bom e melhor, que no caos existe ordem e que tudo faz sentido. Para os que me são mais próximos lamento nem sempre conseguir ser assim.


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Posted by Whisper at 7/06/2008 | Permalink | Comments

Posted by Whisper at 3/09/2008 | Permalink | Comments

Life is good, stop looking at your problems, and look around, there are things happening, life twisting and fighting to grow, birds flying, butterflies dancing. The world is filled with light and energy. Take a moment.

Now run!

Look around and see all things going on. There isn't a single problem. Take a deep breath and just dive in, take that step forward and enjoy life. Smile, smile at you, for you. This world is beautiful.

Everything is going to be fine, just fine.

Posted by Whisper at 3/09/2008 | Permalink | Comments

You look so sad, so empty. Your inner light broken and shattered,
I'm here for you, always have been, your sleeping silent angel.
Taking care of you, maybe a little too late, maybe a little too soon.
i have the worst timing i know, I do my best, i love you my friend,
but you are too proud, even on your sadness.

In the end of the day you will smile, we will share our souls, our power, we will cry for things that will never be, we will be one once again like we did so many times. Goodbye my friend, see you soon.

Posted by Whisper at 3/09/2008 | Permalink | Comments

There was a man and his dream.. nothing else.. but a worm with wings.. and a purple sky.

And You will ask me,

"Why you look so sad?"

And i will answer,

"Because a star has just died, because there was blood spitted on a camera capturing images that no one will see, a second has passed, and a blue hair girl has just missed her chance of happiness, a flie gets crushed, a star blinks northwest and someone good has died. It isn't you baby, it is everything, every hearth beet, and all those that were lost in moment."

"What is the meaning of that?"

"The same has everything else, it matters to me."

"People come and go, dreams fly away, some stick others go"

"It should matter, not to the world but to me. Because I know it."

"You know better?"

"Not better, I just know it. And that's all the weight of a world."

Posted by Whisper at 2/01/2008 | Permalink | Comments

Sometimes it seems to run out of my memory.. whatever it may be..

Posted by Whisper at 10/26/2006 | Permalink | Comments

Posted by Whisper at 5/12/2006 | Permalink | Comments

Sometimes we look around and the entire world seems to be grey, but it never is.. the world is red, like fire, it isn't abou t guilt, pain, happiness or a silly smile that enchants you. It's about all those things that really matter and in the end what could matter more than to be free and happy without concerning where is the ground on the next step. Fire, like most of us, takes what it can to survive and grow.

Posted by Whisper at 5/12/2006 | Permalink | Comments

Consequences of Free Will

It is generally accepted by most Christians that the fallen angels were cast out of Heaven due to free will. Pride, being the most grave of sins, is usually taught as the reason the angels were expelled from Heaven.

Posted by Whisper at 4/08/2006 | Permalink | Comments

...take a deep breath...

Posted by Whisper at 2/04/2006 | Permalink | Comments