Mirpi Photography

yesterday I wrote my life to you.. words were written from my soul they were honest, they were painful.. they were full of truth.. I opened my heart ..wrote about the deepest parts ..darkest parts.. I showed them to You.. I shared them with you.. you read them.. I opened my soul to You.. you read my words.. you said you understand.. you said you know how I feel.. you said you want to help me.. I opened my soul to you.. and you left.. you left me with empty words. Oh you, empty people.. with your empty promises.. I rather drown in my own darkness .. it may scare you.. but it protects me.. from YOU.

it was a day like all the other days.. I woke up..the sun was shining..it’s summer..hot..no fresh air… just warmth of the sunshine coming through my window… all was good..someone would say.. but I wasn’t..my heart was beating fast..my mind was crazy from all the memories.. I decided to go there.. to the place of sorrow .. to the place of all the hidden pains.. I came there..tears came out I felt them deep in my stomach.. I was there just to cry..to let it all out…to release myself from this burden.. I always wondered will it ever go..will there be an ending to this misery that I call life.. no one knows..people just listen to my words..they don’t understand the feeling.. this place is where I feel safe..this is the place where I say the truth..where I cry…where I scream… it’s hard to let it go..my heart is still yearning for that dream that I created.. waking up was hard..I still cry every time when I remember that moment when I realized.. that dream

We are proud individuals living on the city, But the flames couldn’t go much higher. We find God and religions to, To paint us with salvation. But no one, No nobody, Can give you the power, To rise over love, And over hate, Through this iron sky, That’s fast becoming our minds. Over fear and into freedom. Oh, that’s life That’s dripping down the walls Of a dream that cannot breathe In this harsh reality Mass confusion spoon fed to the blind Serves now to define our cold society From which we’ll rise over love, Over hate, From this iron sky, That’s fast becoming our minds. Over fear and into freedom. You just got to hold on! You just got to hold on! Ohhh ohhhh oh oh (To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the peo

“Ah! realize your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”  ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray “I am happy in my prison of passion”  ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray “I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.”  ― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray