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the last stop..
I am sitting here, waiting for my last stop
watching my memories accelerating before my eyes, like watching the world from a moving train
trees
cities and crowds
mountains and meadows
. ruins and barren lands. They all keep coming one after another
. nothing seems in common between any of them except the beholder, I am the only thing connecting all these odds together
. As if all this time I was a spectator to my own life, I was sitting in that corner all the time watching
just like watching the world from a train
. And after all, I think I've enjoyed watching
this is what I was made fo
dreams never die...
I have always been haunted by this illusion that everything we dream of in our life, even if it never came true, it stays there forever at that moment in time when we have dreamed, trapped in the time continuum in some kind of ethereal world or dimension, we just leave it behind us and go forward on our way. I imagine it as a beam of light breaking the darkness of a long corridor, then you look at the corridor from the other side and see so many dust particles shining and floating within this beam like they are trapped inside... the corridor is life, the beam is our way in life and the dust particles are the dreams we leave behind... they mar
my fourth DD!! :)
i really never expected to get another one so soon, specially that i have not been so active lately....so thanks DA and many thanks to ~GraphiteColours (https://www.deviantart.com/graphitecolours) for suggesting it..... one more thing, its really a great feeling to see your work hanging in this little strip down the page and get all these comments and favs, i wish i get a DD every day :D :party:
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a lifetime under a dictator regime..
Friday 28/01/2011, my home in Alexandria, I looked from my balcony to see a crowd of people, less than a kilometer away, they kept marching closer and growing bigger, I started to hear their voice from a distance
as they came closer I started to hear what they were saying
. they were calling for freedom
. Their voice started to be so loud, like nothing I ever heard, it echoed deep inside me, really deep
.. It awakened a part of me that I never knew, or maybe I have forgotten about, some feeling that I have never experienced before
. I felt my heart beating strong
their voice was like a call for my soul
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ok, first of all, the choice of pictures is more than amazing. Each one of those could be a favourite to me, too. 2nd.. i know I think i've read this before, but I had forgotten about it so when i saw the title now, i decided to read it.. and surprisingly.. u know what it reminded me of? The thing i was writing at "fatnass" lake when you asked me about what i was writing and i didn't wanna show it to you. It's not very similar, yet, there's something in common.. like always the case with us.