You cannot fix people who do not want to be fixed.
The dreams in the vast horizons,
Entwined to the road of infinity,
From its first blossom to metamorphosis
It’s grandeur and never ending bloom.
“Ding-dong” calls the chances,
Letting it echo in my head.
Got some questions, got it covered.
What would I do to live it in joy?
Is this the chaotic war in humanity?
To be confused and feeling like exploding,
With thoughts I’ve kept inside,
Therefore, this should stop.
Where would I stand?
Let the river flow?
or go against the current?
Let me distance with these decisions.
The birds that fly along the mountains,
Any bird will do as long as it deviate my mind,
Blocking its view in my eyes,
But never the heart in distraction.
Living through the life I wanted,
Translating the voices in my head,
Connecting the dots along the choices I make,
To be puzzled by the thought of love.
Love? How can I say it best?
How can I defend myself from its terrible will?
Give me my fair trial…
I’m not yet ready to be imprisoned forever.
There are bunch of things on my mind right now,
Proceeding to the negativity at its own way,
Following all the commutative laws of the norm,
Tell me my heart, what do I stand for?
Keep me away from the fire of love,
I might die from its burning desire.
Forgive me my dearest heart,
You are something I can’t endure.
To whom can I rely?
Can you me why?
Writing my own thoughts,
To whom can I quote?
This truth at the back of my mind,
To which I cannot deny.
Am I falling for him all along?
Or was this just a created confusion?
I cannot define what’s inside my bottled feelings,
So afraid of what it could reveal.
Inside of me, no one holds the key,
But only Him alone knows where the door held.
Tell me I’m insane and weak,
For simplicity sake, I still insist:
“I’m not in love! I’m not,I’m not”
As the shouts exploded, my heart cried.
To love and to be loved in return,
Isn’t it wonderful dear Almie?
Says the crying heart
But how can I know if he is the One?
As far as I know,
My heart is in alarm,
Torn between the thought of falling,
Am I going to fall in love? or fall into pieces?
Hundreds? Thousands? It might be Millions…
Millions of butterflies attacking my belly,
Feelings I cannot comprehend,
Because you were just a dream I once knew.
Why am I like this nowadays?
Longed to hold someone’s arms.
I just can’t believe this is happening inside my system,
I never thought, I would be right for you.
Is there something that is much greater than love?
It’s a thing I cannot drive at my control.
My will is weakened by it’s powerful clash,
Can I just give in and let it flow me?
Show me the road to light,
I cannot conquer its bright.
Blinded by the shine it brings,
Filled with magic coated with weirdness feelings.
I have doubted myself a hundred times,
In any ways, I find resolutions,
To fulfill my mind with hope,
To still have faith in love and the joy it brings…
Remembering the happiness I felt whenever I’m with you,
From the first time you uttered my name,
I smile and wondered, my world became new,
How can I stop myself from falling in love with you?
I may always lose the battles, but I intend on winning the war.
In the late 1980s, Lieserl, the daughter of the famous genius, donated 1,400 letters, written by Einstein, to the Hebrew University, with orders not to publish their contents until two decades after his death. This is one of them, for Lieserl Einstein.More can be found about Lieserl here
…”When I proposed the theory of relativity, very few understood me, and what I will reveal now to transmit to mankind will also collide with the misunderstanding and prejudice in the world.
I ask you to guard the letters as long as necessary, years, decades, until society is advanced enough to accept what I will explain below.
There is an extremely powerful force that, so far, science has not found a formal explanation to. It is a force that includes and governs all others, and is even behind any phenomenon operating in the universe and has not yet been…
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Every single letter
that makes up the matter,
Of this and that,
From where I sat.
Every single word
that comes with worth,
Such things to wonder,
Those files in folder.
Every single phrase
Accounts to any craze.
Oh! such hanging thoughts,
That were never told.
Every single sentence
Comes with the essence,
That could make the mind happy,
Or that could make the mind grumpy.
Every single feeling,
Keeping me falling,
How can I deny?
To whom can I rely?
Every single unsent letter,
Compose of words that enter,
Striking the heart from phrases to sentences,
Stuck to the feeling of hollowness.