ferrydust

I was surfing the net to see if I could find a vid of Sting or someone doing “I must have loved you” when I came to your site. It’s funny how one sometimes finds that some stranger has written and sung ones’ own feelings. Thankyou for the words.

Your website is quite unlike any other I’ve come across. Very feminine I must say, which doesn’t suit me personally (I’m a guy!) but I appreciate it for women of course.

I’ve been to Malaysia, enjoyed the country! Fantastic food for one thing. At some point, stories about Malaysia will appear on my website. Hope not to disappoint you, but I am working on writing about other countries right now :)

Someone woke me up this morning,

someone I know, someone who is dust by now,

& I said "yes I am up thanx" then I went quite

it's not the first time felt that. 8 years are not enough or will it take a lifetime to let go. I asked myself as I headed down to the parking.

I got in my car and drove for work,it's 620 am and they played "be here now" .....

I was holding my coffee and staring at the world from 25th floor & then the song struck me again and I said "let's read the lyrics", I looked up and the page is purple !!!!

The favorite color of the faded one and I just felt water in my eyes again like I have seen it before.

I don't know if my life has become associated with songs, the colors, the smiles or the cries, what I do know is that I won't have it back.

Nothing is harder than sitting staring at the deep blue & just feeling numb, and when the sun sets, just feeling alone ... in the dark

Thank you for the lyrics, here is something from me that you may like ... from few years back ....

crystalline drop of water
snuggling its own salt
fails to cling and
slides through the quivering cheek

all the pain it carries
snug between molecules of life
is slowly pulled by gravity and
slinks through the warm cheek

a stream of hope
rinsing the strain
meticulous little teardrop

carrying away sadness
a spring of relief where
loneliness entwines with suffering

With regards,

Bilal