everything’s random. . .

A samurai warrior slew his master in a fit of rage. He repented immediately but the deed was done and he knew that if he was caught he would be put to death. He fled.
His wanderings took him to a remote village that was separated from the rest of the world by a mountain. The path across the mountain was narrow and treacherous and many villagers had lost their lives while traversing it. The murderer decided to atone for his sin by single-handedly cutting a road through the mountain to end the isolation of the village.
He worked from dawn to dusk and in four years had penetrated halfway into the mountain. One morning when he was hard at work in the tunnel, a young man called out to him to come out. He was the son of the man who had been murdered. He wanted revenge.
“I deserve to die,” said the former samurai. “Slay me by all means but wait until I’ve completed this tunnel.”
The young man agreed to wait. He watched fascinated as day after day the samurai laboured at a seemingly impossible task. The rocks he was digging through were so massive that at the end of a day’s work they seemed not to have been touched at all. The young man began to develop a grudging respect for his enemy’s tenacity and determination. Eventually he found himself helping the man—digging side by side with him and carrying out the rubble.
Years passed and then one day the two men broke through to the other side. The mountain had been conquered at last and the centuries-old isolation of the village had been ended.
“Now I am ready to die,” said the samurai, kneeling before the young man. “Cleave my head in two.”
The youth raised his sword with a cry, the blood rushing to his head. At last his father’s death would be avenged. But he found he could not bring himself to do it. Slowly he lowered his sword.
“You’re a murderer,” he said. “But I’ve learnt much from you in these last few years. How can I harm my teacher?”
And he sheathed his sword and walked away.

pota kapuya na oi!

And it’s not fair-why do I have to be so?
Oh I feel everything much more-
much more than you ever will
and it’s too hard when I can’t even catch your eye
so I can’t send you messages
and at night I dream of reasons that I can’t let you go
but I don’t know if it’s time to crack through your walls so thick that I can’t see past you
and last summer wasn’t enough for me
and now that winter comes the cold beats harder
and no one is left alone and I’m offering you me right now-
take me I’m yours
and I won’t have it any other way
so don’t let fools be carried by what I say because the night keeps looking our way
and you’re not seeing what I’m missing ‘cause I am missing you
and I think that we should run as fast as we can into what we don’t know-
it’s time to let me in because I feel just fine

If I had a choice, if I had understood earlier that the reason my days were all the same was because I wanted them like that, perhaps… But the reply was always the same: There is no perhaps, because there is no choice.

it’s all crowded and flooded…finding my way through is just not possible. i guess i’ll have to scream, then again my voice can’t reach you out.

sigh the fall again. 

I’ve got this notion,
that moving out is better,
Than this commotion,
if she complains I wont let her,

Tell me what to do
and when she wants to argue
ill remind her that were through

A late reminder,
and post-it notes and markers,
were it not kinder her black eye would be darker,

And all these brown boxes havent helped me move one bit
in half-empty rooms they sit,

Stay thats where they will stay
I could never say,
I would never say,
"This is over"

Ive got this cupid
humble from(?)
Its pretty stupid, but none-the-less ill pack it
and this boxcutters too dull,
other wise id end it all,
theres still boxes in the hall,

And stay, thats where they will stay,
I could never place any other blame,
And how could you even go,
on living if its so, unintentional,
I, Lied, to, you…

“Speak when you are drunk…and you will make the best speech you’ll ever regret.”

Even though it has been 21 years since the teams met in the NBA Finals, their rivalry is still the standard in the league where nothing else really compares.

Meaning no disrespect to 28 other teams, thanks for getting out of the way.hehe