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love vs. reason

This was written on the 7th of april 2004. Something like a sequel to the ‘purple skies..’ poem.

Something’s missing, but I know what it is; yes Im sure, its you. Purple skies come back to haunt me. Brought back? Im not so sure, I don’t think they ever went away. I guess I just closed my eyes…. Did I close my eyes to hold back the tears? Maybe I’ll never know.
Why is it this feeling never goes away? Does it make me feel stronger? Don’t you think love makes you feel stronger? Or does it make you weak? I feel both: strong to face the world and weak to my own indecisions. Yes indecisions; those things which seem so hugely wrong, yet if you think more, you realise that indecisions can be easily averted. Yes I guess its all got to do with doing a little extra of something you want to do, because its that little extra bit which covers up the risk.
Call it the heart versus the mind, truth versus logic, wait both my heart and mind desire the same thing. I see it now, a litle blurred though. You are all that I want now, the missing part of my life….. well if we never come together, I’ll try and keep myself together. Ive already managed so far, and I think I’ll make it to the end, because I feel giving away ones’ love and letting it free is as lovely as sharing a love for each other.

posted by liquid @ 1:30 AM 1 Comments

Purple skies

I wrote this sometime in July 2003. Felt really bad about giving the cold shoulder to a girl who liked me… I liked her as well… Anyway the past’s the past. Hope you like this:

Purple skies beckoning, I fell into a wakening slumber
Dreams of times never experienced flew through my mind.
That it would end was always behind, but I never thought it would be such.
A book only partially opened, judged by its cover, and the style of the words, not by what was written.
Time taken to think but not to act, and indeed not falling through at all, all these are the misgivings of the past…..a past I try to explain, a past which at that time lay so heavily on the future, yet so lightly on the present.

posted by liquid @ 1:25 PM 0 Comments

starting for christopher paolinis sequel to eragorn

The air loomed thin and misty, filled with cold wisps of water vapour which formed a fine sheath of muted sparkles on the bare blade.
The moonlight highlighted the swords keen edges – flawless even after having parried and struck countless times.
A sudden movement behind him caught eragon unaware. The swiftness of the attacker left him defenseless as the enemy sword lay against his shoulders at an angle to his neck. A soft voice carried words in the ancient language , words which swept a wave of relief over his troubled thoughts : “eka mulabra ono ne haina, just devote a little more attention to your surroundings in this forsaken land.” Arya removed her sword from his neck and sheathed it. Her elven beauty remained undiminished in the near darkness of the night as her face reflected the moonlight like a perfectly sculpted jewel of etheral liquid.

posted by liquid @ 8:05 AM 0 Comments