Writers

If you are interested in how is it, it's roughly as follows in my case...
There is a surreal number of images in your mind.
They wander somewhere deep inside (beyond the threshold of awareness), some of them stand uniquely, others do it unobtrusively.
No man who wrote, writes or tries to write will tell you that this is easy.
No one can explain to you how.
Sometimes, it's like to get into radio waves that you hear and only you know.
The Writer is pure sample of Schizophrenic.
He forced to be.
On the one hand, he perceives the world around us, on the other, he plugged in his inner world, it seems, absolutely.
and I love you guys, writers :)

Grem

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He loved me like God's only light

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He was jealous, fearful and tender,
He loved me like God's only light,
And that she not sing of the past times
He killed my bird colored white.

He said, in the lighthouse at sundown:
"Love me, laugh and write poetry!"
And I buried the joyous songbird
Behind a round well near a tree.

I promised that I would not mourn her.
But my heart turned to stone without choice,
And it seems to me that everywhere
And always I'll hear her sweet voice.


(Anna Akhmatova)

Grem

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You can sleep while I'm driving

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I love to travel by my car at night.
The nice light of dashboard, headlights, dividing strips, indicating or warning signs, docile steering wheel ... and the most loving person next to me.
Today I remembered that journey.
We traveled from one town to other town. By car. I'm driving.
You are near from me.
A good music. And you asleep. I want to guard your sleep... most of all. I do not know what you thought before you fall asleep. And I have just a hope that it was some thing about me.
I do not need to be your air, your sense of ...
Because then you would not was who I love
You can sleep while I'm driving

Grem

I want it more than truth

How do you think is it really possible to save a friend from the wrong relationships?
My good childhood friend ( girl) fell in love.
Process is beautiful ( Love I mean), but not in her case... She is blind, mute and soulless ... with him.
Maybe, maybe .. this is normal?
Maybe it's normal, that her world is turned upside down?
I am a friend, I stand behind ... and I watch ... and my heart is torn to shreds...billions of small fibers... and only a true master will be able to put the pieces together.
She says: "I'm happy with him" And she says "I want it more than truth"

Have mercy on my soul I will never let you know

The Ledge of sensuality is inexplicable.
Why try to explain that what is beyond the competence of reason?
But still we rationalize ... endlessly, painfully, mistakenly, tending to the absolute.
Brain requires the maximum, heart desires the impossible... always.
Often ... I think that I'm already at the limit.
Unfortunately, everything has the end, but not my feelings.
I think that even after death the souls of people continue to feel.