Touch me deep...

Unsolved: Watershed

It’s going to be hard for me to feel
The way you feel, way down low
It’s going to be dark, it’s going to be
Cold for now, for a little while
So, be strong.
Oh, be strong.

All I can do is sympathize with you, for now
Empathy is a long, long way from me
So I’ll try my best to tell you -
He’s strong, and he needs you here for long
And to tell you, she’s strong
And she needs you here for long

My. . . my world, it’s a little unsolved
My. . . my world, it’s a little unsolved

Take me through the clouds today
And on and on, ‘till I feel warm...
And then from there I’ll move along
And find someone, someone I know
Who's smiling and holding me down

Cause our jewel is gone
and they are safe in his arms
and they looking down on earth
they're smiling that smile, we know so well
But we all seem
Just a little unsolved

My world . . . it's a little unsolved
My world . . . it's a little unsolved
 
''You presented yourself better than the other psychology student, and she had completed her degree, and it was from Southampton.''

now, i know that was a minor dig at my uni, but i dont care.

''You told me waht you wanted to learn,whatyou hoped to give, you show interest and spirit, and you're nervous, it mans you'll try even harder. That's what i want.''

''You ought to be very proud of all that you've achieved so far. And im not just saying any of this because i've known you since you were 4 years old. Your reference from your lecturer proves that, ive said before, if you continue to get references like that, you'll go far, it was wonderful.''

*smiles* i needed that. Thanks auntie Shaaron. :rose:
 
Fallenfromgrace said:
''You presented yourself better than the other psychology student, and she had completed her degree, and it was from Southampton.''

now, i know that was a minor dig at my uni, but i dont care.

''You told me waht you wanted to learn,whatyou hoped to give, you show interest and spirit, and you're nervous, it mans you'll try even harder. That's what i want.''

''You ought to be very proud of all that you've achieved so far. And im not just saying any of this because i've known you since you were 4 years old. Your reference from your lecturer proves that, ive said before, if you continue to get references like that, you'll go far, it was wonderful.''

*smiles* i needed that. Thanks auntie Shaaron. :rose:
Yay you! :heart:
 
Fallenfromgrace said:
Twenty White Cala Lilies, one for every year? main thumse pyaar karthi hoon <3
Calla lilies represent beauty. You both are so beautiful, and not just on the outside. And when you do things like this and we get to see you 'together,' beauty is an understatement.

For one of my favorite Lit couples. :heart:
 
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
 
my heart broke a thousand times over... or maybe it was yours that was breaking and I could feel it from here...
 
The Invitation - Oriah Mountain dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.



Isn't it strange how we can read the same words over and over again and find comfort in it, and then one day, read it again, and be silenced by it?
 
Nirvanadragones said:
The Invitation - Oriah Mountain dreamer

Isn't it strange how we can read the same words over and over again and find comfort in it, and then one day, read it again, and be silenced by it?


Wow.

Just, wow.

:rose:
 
It's funny how you can be surrounded by people, and yet feel so alone.
 
Nirvanadragones said:
The Invitation - Oriah Mountain dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.



Isn't it strange how we can read the same words over and over again and find comfort in it, and then one day, read it again, and be silenced by it?
:rose: :heart:
 
My blood type is O; yours is A...so when you're seriously injured, I can give you my blood, but when I'm injured, I'd just die. On second thoughts, I'd rather die before you, cuz it'd be really boring living in this world alone.
 
In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love come to life again and fill it with majesty and exaltation. And those who come together in the nights and are entwined in rocking delight perform a solemn task and gather sweetness, depth, and strength for the song of some future poets, who will appear in order to say ecstasies that are unsayable. And they call forth the future; and even if they have made a mistake and embrace blindly, the future comes anyway, a new human being arises, and on the foundation of the accident that seems to be accomplished here, there awakens the law by which a strong, determined seed forces its way through to the egg cell that openly advances to meet it. Don't be confused by surfaces; in the depths everything becomes law.

~ R. M. Rilke
 
... and I was just staring at the screen
crying
because I couldn't say yes
and I didn't want to say no
 
Jeff Buckley - Grace

Hallelujah


Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well baby I've been here before
I’ve seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd out drew 'ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah <<(held for a long time)
Hallelujah
 
impressive said:
... and I was just staring at the screen
crying
because I couldn't say yes
and I didn't want to say no
Hugs... it'll work out. It's called 'life'.
 
Sometimes, moments before I sleep, your presence is so real, that I don't want to close my eyes, and wake up without you next to me.
 
Nirvanadragones said:
Sometimes, moments before I sleep, your presence is so real, that I don't want to close my eyes, and wake up without you next to me.
:heart:

I love you so much
 
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