October 24, 2002



  • Somewhere in my broken heart


    You made up your mind it was time it was over
    After we had come so far
    But I think there’s enough pieces of forgiveness
    Somewhere in my broken heart


    I would not have chosen the road you have taken
    It has left us miles apart
    But I think can still find the will to keep going
    Somewhere in my broken heart


    So fly, go ahead and fly
    Until you find out who you are
    I will keep my love unspoken
    Somewhere in my broken heart


    I hope that in time you will find
    what you long for
    Love that’s written in the stars
    And when you finally do I think you will see it’s
    Somewhere in my broken heart
    Oh, I will keep my love unspoken
    Somewhere in my broken heart
    I hope that in time you will find
    what you long for
    Love that’s written in the stars
    And when you finally do I think you will see it’s
    Somewhere in my broken,
    somewhere in my broken
    Somewhere in my broken heart.



    It’s amazing how much one can learn from the simple things. I went jogging again, in the dark, in the mist, in the wet mist. I thought my spring night walking was over, but in the middle of October ain’t half bad I tell you. Especially when I slowed down. It’s kind of freaky jogging in the middle of the night. In the summer I had mosquitos and insects chirping along with me, but tonight, I was alone. Alone in the big big world. It felt good. I thrive on a little desolation. I was searching for dark dark spots. There’s so much ambient light in cities and towns, how sad. I wanted to see the stars, without the blasted cars driving by me. So I went all the way up the hill, where no lights exist till the next street. The hill, how I missed the hill. So many memories, so many days, so many friendships, it’s sad that they all moved, but at least I get to keep my memories. Memories are always so beautiful. It didn’t rain as much when I got there, but the clouds were impatient and moved like a silly little child throwing a temper. I kept chasing this groups of stars, but the clouds were faster, and they devoured the holes with pride. But that’s when I turned around…


    IT WAS BEAUTIFUL

    SO SO BEAUTIFUL

    The stars, a whole groups of them, like a gap, a hole in the middle of the rain clouds. And they shone, and they shone to me, for me. I felt so small again, and everything was okay then. I wish I could write how beautiful they were. But I can’t. I wish I could paint it. But I can’t. I wish I could have videotaped it. But I can’t. And all of them would have been futile. You had to be there, it was that beautiful. You know what I did next? Being a fool that I am. I lied on the grass. The muddy, wet, cold grass, and I stared. And I stared till eternity drained and time escaped. Nothing in the world could compare to tonight.

    I would give everything to have that feeling every second of my life.

    And yet, I can’t even descibe the feeling. Not to paper, not to computer, and not even to anyone…


Comments (10)

  • That’s awesome. It’s amazing what you can learn when you start observing the subtle nuances of everyday life.

  • that was such a beautiful  post…….it must have been a wonderful feeling…..but like you said, you keep the memory..so even if you can’t draw it or write it, you can remember  it, and by remembering, perhaps you can experience it again!

  •  Shy , you says : ” I wish I could write how beautiful they were ” . but you have written it . In the night , in the wood lying in the grass sharing the stars  you have the feeling to be . I understand that .

    Love

    Michel

  • But oh, i’m so glad you tried.

  • Hi, Shy…How are you doing???

    I created a site just to coment here…that you are cool…

    Bye see u!!!!!!!!!!

  • Adorei seu texto! Me identifiquei muito. Você me faz crer que nós humanos estamos de alguma forma ligados uns aos outros, pela maneira como, em certos momentos da vida, algumas experiências místicas têm um forte efeito sobre nossa alma. Tudo de bom!

    bj

  • …beautiful, poem and post! Like how Michel stated it: “…you have the feeling to be.” MuSe

  • really beautiful… must have been a truly wonderful experiance.. n u have described it in a beautiful way too..  

  • And a day later in the cold grass there were flowers growing, white flowers.

    Flowers trying to imitate the stars.

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