"The scars of life on the body and soul"
not even remember anymore where I heard this phrase, perhaps in a movie or a book ... But like so much, and therefore I quote.
I do not like to talk often for quotations, but I like to ramble on and cite. This does not mean that I'll never mention something without adding anything of my own, in that case I will be "cryptic and mysterious" (as I once defined a person) and I will be no accident.
The scars on my body are real, I can see, I can touch, I recall the wounds that have been, but no longer as bad as when they were open and bleeding, it hurts the riordo rather than when they were, the memory of how I've got the memories and sometimes the 'error' that you the has caused such a funny thing but actually dangerous, but sometimes that just does not like something you should have done, why do not you even left a happy memory, sometimes even as a thing that was wonderful to do but has done so much harm you wish had never done, because the memory of how that experience has ended in ruin end even the memory of the experience itself, that rivalry is far from what seemed to ...
The scars in my soul work a bit 'in the same way.
are real too, I can see, I can tap, and some still hurt, and perhaps will never stop doing bad things because they really have changed my life, are things that no one would ever want to encounter on your journey, you make it all the more fragile but also much stronger. Sometimes these wounds transpire from the eyes, words, gestures, and those who can see see, see who wants to see.
wounds that lately I have caused because of my naivety and because of the lack of clarity and sincerity of someone else are also real, but I have to hide them.
I had to hide the love and now I have to hide the pain.
a tree falling makes a sound if no one listens to him?
And an experience alone has the same value and the same reality of one that you could share?
I know is that my scars are all real, those of the body and soul, and how often I repeated in my life, in reference to things very different, I just know that I do not c 'you need to prove to someone or making them public.
In this case I can not.
Oops ... what I have digressed!
I do not like to talk often for quotations, but I like to ramble on and cite. This does not mean that I'll never mention something without adding anything of my own, in that case I will be "cryptic and mysterious" (as I once defined a person) and I will be no accident.
The scars on my body are real, I can see, I can touch, I recall the wounds that have been, but no longer as bad as when they were open and bleeding, it hurts the riordo rather than when they were, the memory of how I've got the memories and sometimes the 'error' that you the has caused such a funny thing but actually dangerous, but sometimes that just does not like something you should have done, why do not you even left a happy memory, sometimes even as a thing that was wonderful to do but has done so much harm you wish had never done, because the memory of how that experience has ended in ruin end even the memory of the experience itself, that rivalry is far from what seemed to ...
The scars in my soul work a bit 'in the same way.
are real too, I can see, I can tap, and some still hurt, and perhaps will never stop doing bad things because they really have changed my life, are things that no one would ever want to encounter on your journey, you make it all the more fragile but also much stronger. Sometimes these wounds transpire from the eyes, words, gestures, and those who can see see, see who wants to see.
wounds that lately I have caused because of my naivety and because of the lack of clarity and sincerity of someone else are also real, but I have to hide them.
I had to hide the love and now I have to hide the pain.
a tree falling makes a sound if no one listens to him?
And an experience alone has the same value and the same reality of one that you could share?
I know is that my scars are all real, those of the body and soul, and how often I repeated in my life, in reference to things very different, I just know that I do not c 'you need to prove to someone or making them public.
In this case I can not.
Oops ... what I have digressed!
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