Wednesday, August 29, 2007

22

Days pass by. Seems like yesterday, I was just a 10 year old girl, playing around with her bicycle, trying so hard to ride the two-wheeler, to be a grown up. Weeks pass by. Seems like yesterday when I was happy turning thirteen, I am not a 12 year old child anymore. I just stepped into adolescence; adulthood is just a few steps away. Months pass by. Here I am, a stubborn 15 year old who passionately believes in all sorts of things, trying to find herself. Years pass by; here am I, a 17 year old who thinks she knows it all. A girl in a constant struggle with whoever tries to control or protect her. Seems like yesterday, when I was an 18 year old being hit by one of life’s harshest experiences; loss. Days pass by. Seems like yesterday when I was a 20 year old girl, facing the world, with all the joys and pains it has to offer, a girl trying to care and trust, and even let go. Months pass by, here I am…22

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

To Tame A Heart

Sitting by a window
Watching the highway
As the fast lane goes by
And again
I find myself lost In my own thoughts
A life that’s tiring
And I wonder
Again between all the noise
Just trying to find a way
To tame a restless soul
Question after question
They come along
What has gone
And what is left to come
Who’s to know
In the strange road of life
And those eyes still search
For warmth in the distance
And hearts
Still look for happiness
Wherever it may be found
Wild Heart

Daydreaming In The Airport

So many faces I see, as I walk between the crowd. So many stories to be told, within the diversity I find. I try to catch up with my dad who has a faster pace and then I look back at the two smiling faces as I listen to the bickering and whispering. I look around as I take in the smell that’s somewhere between coffee and cigarettes. Again I stare at the crowd and again I wonder what each pair of those eyes hold within. Families sitting together on the floor in different corners here and there. Some who seem to have been there for quite a while and have given up sleeping on the uncomfortable chairs. Couples here and there, holding hands or talking softly. Young solo travelers pass me by. I listen to the murmurs and I hear babies crying, while the little kids never stop chatting and asking their tired looking parents about everything. I look again. Different hairs, eyes, attitudes, clothes, smells, styles and stories to be told. Again I realize how much it makes me wonder