Fallen..

This is something i wrote a long time ago, I wonder what i felt that day :

maybe its me..
maybe its the demons who have come to haunt me..
maybe its just the time.. maybe its not right..

My existance is secondary..
my passion is obsolete..
my refuge has been burnt..
my pride has been hurt..

..fallen

Slaves to our Dreams

Each night i lay on my bed reminiscing what i have accomplished today and it’s always nothing to be proud of. I envision that tomorrow is a NEW day and duly set out the same goals but with more determination and hope of imminent triumph. We all have problems, I believe God created us to observe how well we can handle ours. Some of us go a step further and help others sort theirs.
There are so many things that i want to do but somehow i always falter at the last step. There is so much to learn and so little time :)

Fly me to the moon

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words hold my hand
In other words darling kiss me

Fill my life with song
And let me sing forevermore
You are all I hope for
All I worship and adore
In other words please be true
In other words I love you

Sinatra is good for summer heat..just close your eyes and drift far away.