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Hello world,

It has been a while. A very long while. The thoughts never ended. They are hidden now behind the thick covers of my diary disguised by messy handwriting. But also mostly in the memories of those special souls that have stayed by my side through the long days over the fast years.

Am I the same? I believe so, still true to my roots. I just know myself better.. I know which buttons to press and when to close the door to the darkness that I never want to be lost in again.

I am happy, or more so content. Happiness is a journey, and not a destination. A feeling that comes in extremities and some days where it is lost in the air ready to find me again.

I am still on the path of success that will take handfuls of years to still reach.. but knowing me I’ll never reach the final location, continually making stops that will only add to my growth.

The people I wrote about in these past posts are still part of my life, the bond still available, just never tapped into anymore.

Life happens.

I understand now that sometimes you just have to loosen the grip.

You, however, are still my favourite character.

And the red hearts are still present.

And I still seek the snowflakes and the pink nose.

I hope to visit more often.

– intersoul x

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I just killed my own spider.

My father was on his way, but it would be too late.

Once done, I told him he did not need to come up the stairs to my room.

I did not need him, anymore.

I had done it on my own.

 

Maybe, I really am able to on my own?

And just have my parents in the shadows…

 

 

 


Sick and tired of people commenting on the rights of wearing a hijab/burqa or not.

Sick and tired of people calling Muslims and their beliefs ”backward and uneducated”

Sick and tired of the implications and accusations

Sick and tired of the discrimination

Sick and tired of the lies

Simple advice: Before you go and accuse Muslims for being terrorist, or shall I say vice versa, accuse terrorist for being Muslims. Go and do your research!

Find out the true meaning of Islam.

And differentiate between culture and religion, because believe me, they are not the same thing! Culture has gone to the extent that it over rules religion, culture is quite different from religion! Culture is man made..

And the whole deal with criticizing the religion, why not criticize what terrorist claim to stand for instead. Find out what Islam really stands for and then compare it to the beliefs of these so called Muslims and then conclude if what they truly stand for is equivalent to what Islam stands for.

This has gone too far, its being exaggerated too much, and its just annoying.

It’s annoying that people choose to be so ignorant.


Push me.

Push me to the edge, for I shall soar.

I shall soar the clouds and soak in the sun’s rays.

I shall sparkle and fade..

Fade away in this magnificent dream only to be amazed that it is reality.

Reality, finally worth facing.

Reality that dominates all fantasies.

Reality that has possessed me.

 


We all have our books.

And our own stories.

And our multiple chapters.

With our losses and glories.

I turned the page, and I found you.

I turned the page and thought you were just part of a new chapter.

But how ever so wrong I was.

You made the chapter, and you shall make the book.

You will be the one that holds the pen with me and writes the rest of the pages.

The one that walks by my side as I walk through the rest of the chapters.

The secret touch that makes the book  irresistible to put down.

But best of all,

You will be my favourite character.


Shine.
Delight.
Pleasure.
Comfort.
Belief.
Sensations.
Wisdom.
Trust.


You don’t seem to understand.
They don’t seem to understand.
It’s meant to be about excitement and I am meant to long for it.
And I do.
In my own dark silent way, instead of the joyful passionate way I normally would.

But there is that wall that I am trying to break down. That you’re trying to break down.
But I don’t know why we can’t do it together and why it won’t budge.
It may be one of the very last walls there is. The hardest one to break through.

The one I still haven’t managed to figure out.. And the one that brings all the others back.


Days are easier to get through when you learn to not care anymore… But boy are there consequences.


12 July 2011.

My best friend has a blog too..

And this is one of my favourite posts:

I could post a picture of one of the most beautiful girls on earth and add a clip in which you could hear her lovely voice, but I won’t. Because my best friend is MY hidden treasure, that I won’t share with anyone. And forgive me for being greedy.

She’s like a sponge, hold her, and she soaks up any emotion that you might have, and the only thing she leaves is happiness, pure, uncontaminated happiness.

Thank you God, for giving her to me.

 

Not only is he the definition of the best.

But, he is one of the few people that really know me.

And for him to say that, well you can imagine it meaning the entire world and more :)


I sit on the edge of the bed.
Eyes closed.
Trying to find my breath.
I feel the stars right by me,
Turning me into magical dust.
Overwhelmed.
Swirling in the midst of your thoughts.
How this 1 day and a handful of hours feel years away..
Exploring the depth of this sensation.
Fairy tale begun.