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We walk in the dark
away from the crowds and people
We live in fear
of showing ourselves to the world
And yet…
As we linger in the shadows
As we crawl through this world
As we walk alone, unseen
We wait for the day
when someone will notice
when someone will see
the day when someone will care…
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As I walk the street alone
Fear not my child, for this is life
The noise, the blast, the thunder
Shall all befall upon us, eventually

And you will worship the day
As the gods bless our steps
And we pray to our hearts
May we love again someday

And as I walk this street alone
My fears become none
With the blessing of the rain
As rain drops cleanse my soul

Fear not my child, for this is death
Darkness, silence, so calm
Shall become light once more
And we will rest at last

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Moonlit sky

…So life was cold.
An eternal sweet night
With stars afar
No touch of light

Forever afraid
Of warming up to freeze again
such terrible fear
Would dawn be my downfall?

So forever running
To make it an eternal night
To flea from light
Again and again

And suddenly a flash
A sweet scent afar
Afraid yet not so
Of that shiny star

Ever so close
A star enlightened me
Even in my sweet cold night
Warmth gave me still

And step by step
It slowed me down
To never run
From that distant dawn…

Howl.

PS: Click the image for the artist´s DA profile.

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I hear a voice in this night so cold
A silent scream in deepest fear
This dream is real, A whisper silent
Until I realize… It’s just a nightmare.

I lift my ears to hear outside
I barely recognize the sounds
Seems like a the wind has gotten up
Feels like the screams are rising high.

Sweet melody of rain drops falling
This mare of nights is taking over
The bitter taste of wasted love
With no regrets my door is shut

Once again in this lonely room
With crowds and noise, alone and silent
This pitch-black sky and roaring winds
The goddess cries, I know her pain

An image bestowed upon me
A lady of beautiful imperfection
Why can’t you be mine
Why can’t you exist

A storm is coming, I sense it near
It brings not peace, not mere delight
The waking moment of shattered glass
The image gone, awake at last

And once again I find myself
With voids all over, staring at this place
Sweet sound of screams and cries
The storm is out and free at last

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The paradox of solitude

He who lives accustomed to solitude, to an independent life without the need of another person, develops internally without the ability to live with one, reaching the point of incompatibility with some aspects of society.
Life as a couple is a constant interaction with another human being, therefore responds to norms dictated by the same society. However, it is this incompatible being that wishes to meet someone to interact with, entering in a conflict with the part of his self that enjoys solitude the most.
It is here that we are able to experience a great paradox of particular individuals: they like being alone, yet they don’t fancy being lonely.

But what can be more joyful than solitude?

I find myself traveling home, in the bus or in the train, alone, watching through the windows as cars pass by and I feel joy of the silence in my ears. I listen to music and no human voice, but my own inside my mind. This person I know so well that talks to me every moment he finds silence.

Believe it or not, most people find it hard to speak to themselves, or they just do not know they can, that it is possible. This they do not realize. And what is so important about this? Well, Many things. But in order to know this, you should speak to yourself.

Your mind is a world within itself. Explore it.

 

Howl

 

The images belong to these talented artists. Please take your time to check their work:
http://buuckphotography.deviantart.com/art/Solitude-422535215

http://azrael-x64.deviantart.com/art/Solitude-133494999

http://hakubaikou.deviantart.com/art/solitude-83167682

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When you get involved in a relationship, you get involved with another person, obviously. That person is an individual, like yourself. And like yourself, he/she has friends, family, and else.
If you think about it, when you get involved with someone else, you do not just get to deal with that person, but instead you get involved with everyone else that is important to her/him.

People rely on others. When you insult someone, usually the response comes in numbers from a lot of people, specially if you know them. And, in the same way, when you love someone, others close to you both will feel it. It is a natural connection between living creatures (and I mean not just humans).

Humans are individual souls, trapped in these bodies that separate us from one another. Wether you like it or not, we are alone. Lonely spirits. However, we have the ability to connect with others, to love others, to care for others. That is our little bridge that connects our souls together, and eventually it can become a whole net of bridges connecting us.

Howl

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No words can I say before I show you this:
http://techgnotic.deviantart.com/journal/The-Lonely-Path-354168532?utm_source=elnino&utm_medium=messagecenter&utm_campaign=021413_NET_LonelyPath&utm_term=title

It is here that I felt a bit comfortable and comprehended. Lived my life in loneliness, but what it does not mention is the need of us humans to break free from this solitude and feel the embrace of love. I have not felt that, the love of a loving couple. I believe that the love of a mother to her child is totally different, and for this is that I do not consider it.

Yes, I enjoy solitude. And at the same time, I wish I was no longer alone. For this enjoyment is that I have found myself in search of someone to give me company, and when I believe I have found who can help me even in just one bit of what I yern, I feel afraid. The fear of loosing oneself in the union with another person, of loosing the freedom of my own space. Of giving up part of that personal world I have inside.
Humans are born alone, and continue like that throughout their lives. We are containers for individual souls. Despite this, is that I have found someone I can talk to in moments of solitude: myself. My best friend, who understands me, who knows me, is that one voice inside my head that listens to me. Me… then, why do I feel the need of someone else? Paradoxes? Natural impulses?

Meditation. Something I do not often practice, yet I have found to be amazingly useful when in search of solitude, of connection with myself. It is there where I have felt completely alone, not just physically, put mentally. Alone, with just myself, maybe I´m not even there at all…

Painful indeed, but at the same time beautiful. What you could call… Sublime

Howl

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