Sara's Dreamworld

you only see the words of her cold pen but you don't and won't ever see her tears while writing those words the tears she never failed to hide and yet again those tears that were the only thing that warmed her heart  her tears causing icy words to be written for eternity

  You may never know, that...  your stories are painting beautiful scenery which I enjoy from the windowsill of my soul. Each of your words plants a pure seed in my heart to blossom in spring. If you just could observe yourself from my eyes, then you would know how delightful I get when listening to you. 

 A heart, so pure  filled with love, so true  a crystal, you are  reflecting beautiful light  a cure, you are for those who are blind concealed in a cave of ice  hidden from the world and still  sparkling your way out and shining  from the deep corners of your crystallized heart  ~ Sara

I'm not the person I want to be.  I want to be a beautiful human, someone whose presence means peace, warmth, and harmony.  Instead, I'm only harming those I'd never want to.  I'm hurting myself and those around me. Life circles up every time.  As soon as I start to get a better person, everything turns to its usual self.  I'm exhausted from all these changes.  I started to appreciate my changing nature and positive sides but I still cannot manage the negative ones.  I'm of no use.  Yet the only thing I wanted is to be of use, to be of help.  But I'm the one who needs help, the one who cannot do anything right.  Being understood without me needing to explain is what I'm longing for. Every time I try to talk and explain why I am the way I am it only gets harder.  I'm different. I always tried to be normal but I usually failed to be so.  At the end of the day, I'm left there with thoughts and no answers.  I'm weak. I may...

I will be able to open up my heart one day one day the little girl inside of me will be happy again she will feel the warmth of the love I am soon to accept the love I am not introduced to yet one day my heart will rest that day will come at its best i wish for it. so deeply. 

There is a world inside of me I cannot describe nor give shape to. Is it a calm world or a loud one? Is it full of brightness or did darkness cover all of its places? How many places does it even have? There is a world I want to discover but I don't know where I have to start nor do I know where I have to come back to. Is it possible to come back without losing myself? I don't have a map nor do I have the equipment. I'm empty-handed. This world I speak of, no one can see it but me. No one can know about it but me. No one can feel it but me. Sometimes there is rain and other times there is nothing but sunshine but the latter won't last long. Well, it didn't till today. There is a world full of adventures and magic, a world full of emotions and sensations. A world full of me, yet far away from me. It's a world in the deepest corners of myself, no rational human being would ever dare to go there. It's too deep in there...

One should be in love with love. Love can be so beautiful if it is true. It is such a fantastic feeling making you the most beautiful person. True love is felt through the hearts. True love can brighten your day, just like the morning sun. True love is like rain watering the lost flowers in the woods, in the garden,  or those on the windowsill of your neighbor. Love can save your heart from getting dry. You've got a chance to not let it die. Love is the most abstract feeling, yet it is the most realistic at the same time. Every life is built upon love for without it there would not be any life. Like a mother caring for her child, or the little boy helping the baby cat left out on the street. Love can be healing. No love ever brings sadness or hate into your life, if so it is not love. It then is nothing else than imagination or misinterpretation or even illness of perception. Love makes you sensitive and kinder than you already are. You do not hav...