2 beautiful shows that recently i've watched, "A walk to remember" and "the lovely bones". both very touching stories..
A walk to remember is a touching love story with other factors like fatherly love etc. how much love can change a person and the beautiful side of it. Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense & is not resentful.
The lovely bones indeed shows that love triumph hatred and how the 14yr old girl looks over her family even after she's dead.. is this what will happen when we're dead? are we still able to look over the people we love? and what we feel will affect those living? Even though we may be gone, or gone forever, we hope that our once presence made happy memories. When we have left, we hope things move on and become better. Everything comes at a cost and things come at a price. We need to see ourselves as not part of it anymore to let go of it.
"if someone loves you,
love them back not only because they love you,
but also because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes
to things you have never seen or felt without them."
(ripped from solasura-honz)
As you envelope my mind,
thoughts are all about you.
I hope that you could walk into the ghost of me.
My heart have been delievered to your doorstep, do you accept this mail?
Could you pull out some time for me
and give both of us a chance to be together.
Waiting isn't a problem,
losing you would be the biggest trauma I would get.
May this day where our hearts bond together come soon.
Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope and patience never fail. Love is eternal.
A recollection of poetry
"Twilight funeral"
Blackened and cold is the dusk
A veil where the shadows watch
Behind the dim requiems of light
When blindness envelopes our eyes
Silent and unholy is the dusk
A hole where the demons smirk
Beyond the clutters of human life
When deafness embraces our ears
Sable nothingness is the dusk
A shroud where the ravens flock
Tainting the purity of white clouds
When darkness devours our hearts
Inevitable death is the dusk
A cloak where the daggers hide
Under the facade of tranquility
When mortality is but a quip
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