Feeling...

   Long days and sleeples nights.... many things to to find out and many questions for witch to find answers...

 

   Never in need to say many words to actually expres what's on 'ur mind, but always searching answers for some of 'ur most intimatly questions that not only life has rissen in 'ur spirit but alsow the small things in life that you once took for granted.

  Playing with you own life is like a game of cards, either you have one good hand and you gain'it all, either you lose everything.  It's all a game for us, it's all in black or white, it's all in our mind.

  Once you lose a hand, the hole world comes to an end for you, finding urself in the face of pure tragedy, it's over for you, you might think. But we fail to admit what realy lies in front of us, it's something so big that even with the eyes of our mind we fail to comprehend the full picture..

  It's something , that for our own feeling of safety we try and succed in making us belive it has an end, that it's starts in some place and it ends ,maybee where our eyes can't see but we belive it has an ending.

  So so wrong, i cry myself to sleep thinking who am i in this great big place we call univers? What can i do to stop feeling soo small and helpless? Do i have a purpose that i am neither capable or willing to admit? Many questions rise again..  and helpless i see that as soon that i find an answer to one of them it suddenly raises other two or many more...

 

   Even if i cry thinking of the greateness of ths big home of ours, i do feel that i belong here, i'm a small grain of sand in this ocean of life and i must have a purpose for beeing here... even if that purpose is to be stepped on or whashed intoo the sea of no return..

 

 

  What's ur place in this universe