I am a traveler between Life and Death
September 22, 2008
Breathe my sorrow’s sigh
Taste my bitterness
Plunge into my eternal darkness
Climb where I have fallen
And stand a side from sunrays
Listen to my whispers
I whisper sweet nothings
Come dance with me slowly
On my silent melodies
And may be we would sleep this night with some kind of peace
Happiness so near and yet so far
Come to me now
Or
Let me die
Come closer
Caress my face, tickle my ears
And lick all my bitter sweet tears
See!
I have no fears
I fear no fate
Don’t be afraid
I have been lost from years
I’m a traveler between life and death
What despair I did not express ?!!
Walk with me these unending roads
See me with your blinding sight
Touch me with your vanished hand
Clear my crowded mind
Creep through my skin to the deep
And may be my broken soul intimate with your tormented needs
But I don’t think the moon would beams
Nor the stars would rise
I can only see with eye serene
The wreckage of my heart
It blows intensely at times
I can only see with eye serene
A dim light from our tired sun
And I hear
Yes, I hear
A sound of a voice that is still
Calling me to go into that cottage there
Where we used to stay
Where we used to lay,
In front of the wooden firelight whose light can not cease
And may be if we go this night,
We would sleep with some kind of peace.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain —— by Emily Dickinson
September 17, 2008
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb -
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then -
Things we Lost in the Fire
September 12, 2008
-Dad?
-Yeah?
-The water’s green.
-No, it’s fluorescent.
-What’s…
Fluorescent !! …
-Fluorescent means “lit from within.”
-So am I fluorescent?
-Yeah, Dory, you are.
And That was Brian and his son in the first scene at this movie
” Things we lost in the Fire ” .
And I believe that anyone has deep inside his heart a feel called
” Love “ , he is a fluorescent
He lit from within.
It is my third time I watch this movie and never get bored .
I get into a sensation makes me feel that love is the only thing beckon us forward to walk into the right direction in our life .
But ..
But if you lost it , you lost everything …
You lose control
You feel like you are inside a movie .. A sad movie
You want to escape , you want to know what it feels like to escape
You would think that you will continue losing everything , everyone
And here ..
Audrey and her kids have to accept the Loss
Have to start rebuilding their life somehow without the main reason for being alive.
But Lonliness
The Night’s Monster
The unbearable feel would keep chasing you .. chasing you and take away from you your quiet sweet slumber
They say ..
To feel stronger you have to find someone so down and so pathetic to take care of,
And Audrey found out that hating his husband’s childhood friend Jerry is now seems so silly .
At the same time Jerry have to stop being a heroin addict and try to put his own life back together
So she gave him their garage , a place where they had a fire in it before and they started to rebuild it but never finished , thats what she told him to get him in their life to help him and help herself at the same time
A scene touched me so much
Was when he helped her to sleep after many sleepless nights she had ,
When he just rubbed her ears gently as her husband was always do
But her refusal to her tragic loss leaded her to be at times very hurtful to Jerry saying things like ” It should have been you ” meaning his life isn’t worth and he should have been died instead of her husband .
She even wanted from him to let her in the addiction world in order to escape from her pathetic life,
she went to his place once asking him ” What is heroin like ?
But she kept blaming Jerry about everything so after many scenes of fightings , he collapsed and got back to heroin again and it was so painful seeing him like that as it was so painful too seeing her after she helped him again collapsed in her husband study room
she broke down finally after she had entered into the room, she has not able to enter after the accident
She read the list
The list of all the things they lost in the fire
And then she realized that she lost him .. she lost him forever
She kept howling and Saying why ..
I have to mention the most memorable words at the movie
After the fire they had and all the things they lost because of it , she went to her husband and she said :
How can you be so calm ?!
He said , those are just things Audrey
Those are just the stuff
That’s just stuff
“We still have each other”
So touchable …
At the End
Jerry telling his often dream while he was in some addiction healing circle and the plays out with Gustavo santaolalla gorgeous music , A red roses bouquet with a card “Accept the good ” from Jerry to Audrey and a sense that life will go on .
And here is the Jerry’s dream ..
Hi, my name is Jerry and I’m an addict.
-Hi, Jerry.
-Hello, Jerry.
I’ve been clean for 89 days.
My mind is clearer,
and I think it’s getting better.
Every day, a little bit.
But I wanna talk about this dream
I keep having.
It always starts
with me stealing silverware.
Then I go sell it to this guy
who I used to know
who owned a catering service.
Then with the money, I go to this place
where I used to buy my drug of choice,
and he’s not around.
So I go to other spots, right,
but for some reason, no one is around.
All of Seattle is dry,
and then I get that feeling, the dread,
and I panic.
And I start running,
and it’s raining, and it gets dark.
And then I’m in my old apartment,
and I’m thrashing right through it,
looking for something
I might have stashed away.
And I think I’m having a seizure.
And then I find a balloon
hidden in my suitcase.
So there I am
with a bag of junk in one hand
and the money for my next fix
in the other,
and I feel at total, utter peace.
And I wake up.
One day at a time.
One day at a time.
One day at a time.
One day at a time.
Thank you.













