Finding Neverland

I will.

Hrant — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 20:42:22 +0000

I know I will make it, all I need is a little time.

A little time to look for that strength that I need, that piece that my puzzle misses.

Sometimes.

Hrant — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 23:58:08 +0000

Sometimes, we want to be left alone.
Sometimes, all we want is to be silent, still and cold as a stone.
Sometimes we want to scream alone,
As sometimes we want you to scream along.
But what if you, sometimes, forget yourself alone?

Let music speak for you

Hrant — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 21:13:01 +0000

Sometimes words are too much, let music speak for all of us…hope you get my message.

just let me.

Hrant — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 22:30:51 +0000

let it flow from inside your soul, cover all your wounds and make you accept the reality, step on it and be immune to everything that surrounds you. let the music vibrate in ur lungs and make your heart skip a heart beat. let every brush stroke scratch your ego and heal each injury, turning color into cells. let my words cover you in ropes and make endless knots.

Guess it sucks.

Hrant — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 19:44:50 +0000

You know what sucks, the fact that you feel that you do not appreciate your life as you shood. When you discover what happens to those surrounding you and then you look back at your problems, you feel pathetic and superficial…but what could I do? Am I supposed to live my life restricted, being scared of not hurting others by complaining? Am I supposed to always speak out half a measure?

Why should I live my life for others? Guess that any of those who read this would just say “go on and live your life as if every day is your last one and enjoy what you have” but…you think its that easy? If I do manage to say what I should do…why cant I just do it?

One thing is certain…I still cant and hopefully one day I’ll just turn off all the lights and burn the old place down.

spin

Hrant — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 20:26:02 +0000

spin, spin, spin and take dizzy steps and fall. stand up and keep on walking.
as you bleed, you’ll see ur mistakes and accept your fate and kick it with confidence, after all, it’s your fate and you dont decide what’s goin on with it. instead of letin someone screw instead of you, screw yourself and make it easier for you to accept.

Who do you think you are?

Hrant — Fri, 23 Sep 2011 09:46:16 +0000

Dont come back for me, who do you think you are? Let my past remain as past, I shall walk towards my future with scars as part of me. Ill consider each scar a stair and climb them with no regret.

But who am I foolin?

There are moment when I want all my memories to float all around me. I want them to levitate while I sit silently between them, covered in my past. I want to pick each of them and feel every detail, touch every emotion, everyu scent, every heartbeat. And when i had enough of my past, want them to burn in front of me…one by one.

But who am I foolin?

How could I burn my past? After all…every decision made during my life structured the person I am now.

Why?

Hrant — Fri, 23 Sep 2011 00:43:53 +0000

Hmm…I do not belong to you world…nor to yours, nor to yours and nor to yours. But I undersatnd that I do not have to belong to any world, I have to belong to my own world, stay true to my philosophy and never lose my identity.
In time we realize that we’re running in circles in a world that’s infected by a cycle that repeats for ages…all we have to do is decide when we’re ready to throw ourselves out of that cheesy tornado and start walking.
The moment we start throwing up all the crap that society has fed us up with, you’ll realize you were a big bowl and they kept on drinkin ur brain with colorful bendy straws, laughin, chattin, drinkin, smokin and havin sex.
Make an effort and spit in the bowl to rain on their parade.

another

Hrant — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 21:16:24 +0000

wipe your tears cause the circus wont stop. the faster you accept the reality, the faster you’ll understand your pain and deal with it. after all, you’ll just get used to it.

If only…

Hrant — Tue, 09 Aug 2011 21:08:49 +0000

If only I could take out my sword of hopes and stab them all with my faith and dreams, drown them in my thoughts and resurrect them with my lies.