Friday, 28 December 2012
Monday, 23 July 2012
It was a halo silk that seemed to float in mid-air like a cobweb caged in a darkness that became opaque, impenetrable, tangible as it wrapped it shroud around the last breath of life that emanated from this statue...
Dusk poured over the street in a wreath of liquid fire, with tongues of scorching topaz and flaming amber licking at the sky, whilst an orchestra of black melodies followed closely, waiting to engulf the fire in a splash of inky darkness.
Sunday, 17 June 2012
|The key to being a success is what you are willing to let go.|
|We sacrifice it all for that one amazing moment, that moment when you can truly say you deserve the title your job comes with, where you float above the rest.|
There are days that make the sacrifices seem worthwhile, few as they may seem. And then there are the days where everything feels like a sacrifice. And then there are the sacrifices that you can't even figure out why you're making.
A wise man once said you can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it... what he meant is nothing comes without a price tag.
So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you're willing to lose. Too often, going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right.
And letting someone in, leaving your feelings at their expense, means abandoning the walls you've spent a lifetime building.
Of course, the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming...when we don't have time to come up with a strategy to pick a side or to measure the potential loss.
When that happens, when the battle chooses us and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.
And how much can you sacrifice, until all that’s left is yourself?
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Then there's the kind of pain you can't ignore. A level of pain so great that it blocks out anything else, that makes the rest of the world fade away, until all you can think about is how much you hurt.
And life will always make more.
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Monday, 30 April 2012
History is made at night,
So close the door turn off the light and
Let my heart be the teacher....
I see the questions burning in you eyes
or is it just reflections
of the stars high above you?
| Someday they'll be writing lots of books about our fame and glory,|
But if all their reports are just movies and sports,
They'll be missing the whole story...