You Could See The Fear In Her Eyes As If Screaming For Help. Her Dark Hair Gleamed In The Twilight Like

You could see the fear in her eyes as if screaming for help. Her dark hair gleamed in the twilight like a gem. She was a swan when she moved, gracefully walking towards me. Yet this time she walked like an elderly women about to collapse from exhaustion. The I had grown thinking her voice was that of an angel. She approached me and spoke with the voice of a helpless child. She hugged me as if she was never going to receive another. Her skin pale as the surface of the moon. She looked at me, her eye liner like swampy puddles had formed under her eyes. Her voice croaked like a frog as she said goodbye. As I saw my angel walk into the sunrise, all I could think was how beautiful she was. ~ WHO WRITE THIS!

Don't hide until the time comes, that time is now..

I don’t have a fear of commitment - I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up; I screw things up, especially with the people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be too close, I get confused. I don’t understand all of it but I keep pushing because I hope in this thing - the universe. There’s no way I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad. If I want it, someone else out there must, too.

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By Lenka Simeckova

Nature is the immortal artist

Isolation from all problems, true freedom