Monday, February 16, 2009

A pink rose......

This letter is meant to inspire..
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The characters are superficial...

My dearest Peter,

This morning when I woke up, I saw the sun in its most extraordinary beautiful shape. I could not help but praise the Creator whose light He has unselfishly shared with the universe. Life is beautiful and sweet. I never felt so joyful and prepared for whatever may befall today.
I noticed the photo beside me. It was taken during my first birthday with you. That was three years ago. We always looked good together. That photo alone could tell. Then it all flashed back at the time you gave me that pink rose. You never knew how elated and blessed I felt when you looked at me that day in the eye. And that was how it all started.....
You are my miracle. At some point I had to ask God why would He allow me to come to know you and end in this circumstance? At that, my heart felt painfully sore. And then I found the answer in your eyes. God gave you, perhaps, because He has to. The stars have ordained our roads to cross long before time could tell. God has just fulfilled His plans.
The angels could be have been dancing and feasting at that time we both knew we were meant to be together. All the fairies and all of Tinkerbell's clans could have celebrated the union of our hearts. I could hear nightingales in chorus; bells ringing like weddings June; and butterflies magically hovered around us. The universe celebrated the union of our hearts.
But then again, like my childhood fairytales, stories must end. Ironically though, I have always believed ours hasn't and would never will. Because I believe in forever....
Today, I can hear the voice again, I had been ignoring it for some time now but this time, I have to choose to listen. It's time to take heed. But please never think of me so selfish for going away. Because I never wanted to leave.
This is not a goodbye. This is my hello to another journey - a journey I am not afraid of taking because nothing has ever scared me than not being with you. I could be alone in this journey but your memories will always be with me. If my call will finally come today, all I ask is for you is to offer a pink rose again...
I may be gone for quite awhile but I hope my memories won't. Our story has not ended. I hope to see you in another lifetime.

Your lover,

Naomi

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Perplexed...

Confused...
Complicated...
Worthless...
Insecure...
Empty...

These are the exact feelings I have today. I am again hiding in my dark little corner. What if I had just stayed home? Will things have been better? Had facing my failure and fears with the comfort of home been better than running away, chasing liberty and seeking peace in the busy city life?

Suddenly I feel the rush of running back home. It would have been a big difference than living a life so out of the normal. When I was a little girl, I never left my mother's side. Neither had I thought I'd survive miles away from her.. But here I am, in my best efforts, I had been a survivor,
not just of being away from Mama's cradling arms, but for all the things I had been through. And honestly today, I am still struggling to be in sync with where I had been and where I am heading. Everything is still vague and unsure. Just letting a day pass and greeting another with a smile.

Life is toxic. You still sometimes find yourself a prey of something you have escaped from swallowing you, devouring you. Life has its own share of ironies, most of the time. You strive your best at 99%, get judged by that 1% failure you went through. Isn't that unfair?

And today, I spoke to God, told Him I feel wrecked. Psalms 3, He answered me. Like David, He will sustain my strength.

Life may not be perfect. We may not have been kind to every soul we see. We may have made mistakes and people may have magnified even those little faults. Some may have judged us so as to let us feel insignificant. But one thing is for sure. God is a Living God who gives a free hand when we stumble and fall. He sees us as His special creation with a significant purpose.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Stranded(I am in love with the song)

You know it breaks my heart
To see you standing in the dark
Alone waiting there for me to come back
I'm too afraid to show
If it's coming over youLike it's coming over me
I'm crashing like a tidal wave
That drags me out to seaI want to be with you
If you want to be with me
Crashing like a tidal wave
I don't want to be
Stranded
So baby come back to me
I can only take so much
These tears are turning me to rust
I know you're waiting there for me to come back
I'm too afraid to show
If it's coming over you
Like it's coming over me
I'm crashing like a tidal wave
That drags me out to sea
I want to be with you
If you want to be with me
Crashing like a tidal wave
I don't want to be
Stranded
I miss you
I need you
Without you I'm stranded
I love you
So come backI'm not afraid to show