It is hard to believe that a short time ago January 31st 2009 this where i was as at.i just come across these in my documents and photos on the puter , I have come so far against all odd, there was so much that they told me i would not do!!!.
hmhmmmm fuck em for telling me that. thats about how i feel when people try to use me or manipulate for there own selfish means. there is is reason why i am still in the world and sometimes i question myself to what that reason is, i have changed my mind as to what it is actually, each time thinking the next is better than the last.
But what ever it is it seems that it has to be the way that people view the world. the way they view it on a daily basis, whether its through lenses of my camera, words, art that i create or just a coversation that i have with them.
i am a walking testament on survival on what the human and transverse and come out the other end and be OK. you take that way from me no matter how you hard you try.
I almost pity those people that stumble through this world, with a sliver spoon in their mouth never know what its like to have to struggle, to dream , and work hard to create the dreams you have. Stepping on people to get to what they think they need. haha you will never know true value of what you have.
and let me so i love it when itunes is literally psychic with songs when i write, shuffing to songs with lyrics like this
Pygmalions Dream by the Cruxshadows
The hand creates
And chiseled stone
Rises from beneath the striking
Hidden here below the fracture
The beautiful is corporal
The beautiful is real
I write these dreams
To make this world
Something more
Than hate and greed
I cast a vision
To change the tides
To give this world
What I have seen
Find the fate within the stone
The Cyphered dreams
Of love enduring
No winds shall come
To move this stone
For here I plant
My gift to you
A monument
Within the mind
The stone is breathing
The heart is beating
And my soul is present
In every word
Galatea lives
And she will love you
While angels comfort
Should you fall..
Beautiful song , true lyrics its actually quite a beautiful story
In Ovids narrative, Pygmalion was a sculptor who carved a woman out of ivory. According to Ovid, his statue was so fair and realistic that he fell in love with it. In the vertex, a festival day came. For the festival, Pygmalion made offerings to Venus and made a wish. I sincerely wished the ivory sculpture will be changed to a real woman. However, he couldnt bring himself to express it. When he returned home, Cupid sent by Venus kissed the ivory sculpture on the hand. At that time, it was changed to a beautiful woman. A ring was put on her finger. It was Cupids ring which made love achieved. Venus granted his wish.
Pygmalion married the ivory sculpture changed to a woman under Venus blessing. They had a son, Paphos which he took from his home.
a lovely boy was born;
Paphos his name, who grown to manhood, walld
The city Paphos, from the founder calld.
yes beautiful and beautiful that i am still here ..