at the verge of tears
Last night at a marriage party I was at the verge of tears. Many thoughts were running through my head and I was full of emotions: loneliness, desire, anger, sadness… I very much regret that I couldn’t share the happiness with the all the others. Trying to grin and bear it, the social pressure grew more and more. I felt standing outside and to be not part of it although I was invited. Sitting at the end of the line, alone, I was at the verge of tears.
In the morning I was curious about what my friends were doing in the world wide web. Surprising I discovered a great piece of poetry: http://picasaweb.google.com/chaplinary/RadhaircFileata#5328648917068139202
In spite of those dark words I felt comfort.
die Oberkrainer
the band in front of my paintings
history (not his story)
tear of laughter
(photo by Silenta)
I shouldn’t play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men
All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew
So we are history,
your shadow covers me
The sky above,
A blaze only that lovers see
He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I’m grown,
And in your way, in this blue shade
My tears dry on their own
(Amy Winehouse : tears dry on their own)
