Friday, May 21, 2010


A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions.

Hello all!
There are times where when I write, I would be inspired by certain thematic aspects or turn of events. For this post, it is the concept of obsession.

I searched the whole world to find someone as remarkable as you.
If only the world could be captured like fireflies within a glass jar, we can watch all the good come alive in luminosity and defining gravity, floating above all of us.

Often I wondered that if I were ever to come close enough to feel you, to touch your skin, would I have the privilege to melt into nothingness and at the same time, cling to the very ends of existence.
To say that I watch you from afar does not suffice to how I feel, comforted by the fact that no matter where I may be, if all is quiet, your heat beat would ripple and channel through me.
Like wading through dark waters, I feel you silently nearby and I'm barely above surface as I move in your direction.

To surround myself to where you are, I feel as if a hundred arms stretch out beneath me, the urge to wrap you slowly and fuse what is all of you into my veins, it has become the air in which is vital for me to drink from.
The angels and demons watch with calm grandeur on both sides of my living frame, as my long-winding journey evolves into an intense focus for my divine chalice.
Thoughts- what are they if not for the realization of recognition which we cannot instantly take an immediate part of upon real moments we stand on.

You have become my personal Siren with the heartbreaking song only I could capture, its melodies clashes with a sudden stir of feelings I never knew could be felt.
Your name becomes my whispered prayer, and if I could hold you for only a second, situating you high above all landscape, you would be the silky veil which I see my world through.
How it infuriates me knowing that you can never truly be mine. My comforts to make myself known to you, dissolves into thin air.

I feel as if I consist of broken glass inside the caverns of my ribs... therefore, one can never see its own true reflection quite as perfectly as when it was whole. Oh darling, the fault was all yours.
You are my playful imaginary friend, you are always there when I need you, yet you pass through me like a form of the supernatural.

Beauty is in its full extent when I look into your eyes.
Patience had always been my strong guide and as night falls over the sky, the deep slumber that I was encased in becomes disturbed with the small cry of your voice.
I will hold you in my arms, be a good dear and still your heart.
Rest assured that I will always be here, your unwavering shadow.



  1. You always choose the most beautiful of pictures:)

  2. so poetically done...

  3. beautiful photographs!

    I'm a new follower : ) glad I found your blog. Please check out mine too (and follow if you like it .. hope you do)

  4. hey..beautiful blog..I've just discovered it! i love your words and your photos..and the quote from Emile Cioran...did u know he's Romanian?


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