سرگشته ,Wayfarer ,Miriam Aghazade ,Maryam Aghazade, میریام , مریم

Even when it seems all of your dreams have come true, you should always be prepared for the other shoe to drop. Its a universal law, and universal laws aren’t there just for fun.

Little touches, brief glances and fleeting smiles … sighs in darkness … the smell of your skin on my fingers and the sound of violin that plays in the dark.

There are moments in life that when you look around, you find nothing, and no one.
You have nothing to prove that you have actually lived, just lots of ever-vanishing memories and scars.
No one to turn to, and no one to remember your passing.
It’s sad, really, to realize that you cannot call any of those people around you, friend… They are just pale parodies of what could be, and should be.
And after tasting the real taste and then losing it, you cant just bring yourself to accept a copy of a copy of a copy…

As the life goes on, one by one, all your illusions fade away in the glare of harsh reality; Happily ever after endings, fairy godmothers, tears that turn into diamonds… and the princess whose innocence is proved and wins the heart of the handsome, brave prince.

Snow white never woke up from her poison-induced sleep, Rapunzel lost all her hair and was trapped in the tower forever, Prince Charming married the ugly step-sister who cut her toe to wear the glass slipper…

And you never wake up from the nightmare that is your life.

All I ever wanted was to fly…
to soar above the sky and see everything that is out there to see.
All I ever wanted was to get as close to the sun as I could…
to burn and fall.
All I ever wanted was to feel you under my skin…
to hear your heartbeat under my lips
All I ever wanted was to claim your soul…
and lose myself in your darkness

But all is lost…

I’m trying… to learn. Sometimes its really hard, sometimes you want to need.

I want to feel, to burn, to tremble, to soar… again.

- la petite mort

“Abandon all hope, ye who enter,” God said on the seventh day.

This ship is leaving the pier

-  Don’t pay the ferryman, until you are across

Pack your bags and say your goodbyes

-  Now there’ll be no turning back,

The ship is going to faraway lands

-  There will be storms and unknown seas ahead

Leave your memories, your pains and wounds in the pier

-   Else the Charon will cheat you of your dreams

The ship is leaving the pier, hold on to your dreams and fly

This sense of not belonging anywhere, with anyone … sometimes it makes you so light you want to fly, and sometimes its a heavy burden on your chest, making it difficult to breath.

And you want to reach out, sometimes, only to find your fisted hands refuse to let go of this high, thick wall around.