Z..
We went to see ayesha's mom and i wanted to cry with her, for all the times i avoid crying/thinking/feeling. But with her it would be alright.
If it has happened it must be right. It must be justified, but i am missing the whole point. I miss her doesnt begin to define what I feel. misery.
Coversation with Z. She lost her father.. If she can, younger than me by two years but a whole lot placid, believe this, so can I.
Z: You know that cliche
Z: for a person who's passed away
Z: that they're at a better place
Z: it really is that way
Z: and i think you start to miss them more when you believe this
Z: and the sooner you do accept the fact.. the better you feel about all of this
Z: i believe that whenever you think of someone
Z: they can somehow hear you
Z: feel you
Z: and trust me girl when you cry for them
Z: they feel that too
Z: and it hurts them
Z: can't you feel her around you?
Z: she IS looking after you
Z: she can see n feel all that you want her to see
Z: and when you start believing this
Z: and start believing that her passing is just a passing from this world to the other
Z: then she will be able to speak to you
H: you are positive of that?
Z: i know that for a fact
Z: people i tell this to think im going crazy
Z: but you have to just experience it once
H: i dont think its crazy at all..
Z: it isnt
Z: for me at least
Z: what are you?
Z: a person?
Z: you are just a spirit
Z: the soul
Z: the only difference right now between you and your friend ayesha
Z: is that you have a body through which you connect to this world
Z: and she has a power through which she can connect to two different worlds
Z: we are caged while we're in this world
Z: you should be happy that she is free now
Z: our life.. its a punishment
Z: we were sent here so that our souls could be purified
Z: as long as we're in THIS world
Z: we're being punished
Z: because our souls [the real being] are not free
Z: because we're caged
Z: but once we get rid of it
Z: once there is an absense of the so-called physical being
Z: you actually gain your freedom
Z: that is why all the good people die early
..and that is why all the good people die early..
If it has happened it must be right. It must be justified, but i am missing the whole point. I miss her doesnt begin to define what I feel. misery.
Coversation with Z. She lost her father.. If she can, younger than me by two years but a whole lot placid, believe this, so can I.
Z: You know that cliche
Z: for a person who's passed away
Z: that they're at a better place
Z: it really is that way
Z: and i think you start to miss them more when you believe this
Z: and the sooner you do accept the fact.. the better you feel about all of this
Z: i believe that whenever you think of someone
Z: they can somehow hear you
Z: feel you
Z: and trust me girl when you cry for them
Z: they feel that too
Z: and it hurts them
Z: can't you feel her around you?
Z: she IS looking after you
Z: she can see n feel all that you want her to see
Z: and when you start believing this
Z: and start believing that her passing is just a passing from this world to the other
Z: then she will be able to speak to you
H: you are positive of that?
Z: i know that for a fact
Z: people i tell this to think im going crazy
Z: but you have to just experience it once
H: i dont think its crazy at all..
Z: it isnt
Z: for me at least
Z: what are you?
Z: a person?
Z: you are just a spirit
Z: the soul
Z: the only difference right now between you and your friend ayesha
Z: is that you have a body through which you connect to this world
Z: and she has a power through which she can connect to two different worlds
Z: we are caged while we're in this world
Z: you should be happy that she is free now
Z: our life.. its a punishment
Z: we were sent here so that our souls could be purified
Z: as long as we're in THIS world
Z: we're being punished
Z: because our souls [the real being] are not free
Z: because we're caged
Z: but once we get rid of it
Z: once there is an absense of the so-called physical being
Z: you actually gain your freedom
Z: that is why all the good people die early
..and that is why all the good people die early..

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You write beautifully. I won't weigh this blog on some literary shit,I am so full of. All I know is that you make me wish I had known you.
who are you?
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