MOONLIGHT`s SHADOW

MOMENTS

brightmoonlight — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 18:09:16 GMT

Some moments to cry, some moments to smile...

Some moments to love, some moments to be loved...

Some moments to work, and some moments to enjoy...

But more moments to rest in graveyard...

....

brightmoonlight — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 18:36:29 GMT

What I thought wasn't mine
In the light
Was a one of a kind,
A precious pearl

When I wanted to cry
I couldn't cause I
Wasn't allowed

Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

What I thought wasn't all
So innocent
Was a delicate doll
Of porcelain

When I wanted to call you
And ask you for help
I stopped myself

Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

What I thought was a dream
A mirage
Was as real as it seemed
A privilege

When I wanted to tell you
I made a mistake
I walked away

Gomenasai, for everything
Gomenasai, Gomenasai, Gomenasai
I never needed a friend,
Like I do now

Gomenasai, I let you down
Gomenasai, Gomenasai,
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

WITHOUT YOU

brightmoonlight — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:53:18 GMT

Without you nothing here will feel to stay,

Without you I will cry when I hear your name,

I need you here But I know you Got to go,

Keep me close to your heart, so close to your heart,

I'm Yours...

BELIEVE IT!

brightmoonlight — Thu, 19 Jun 2008 18:00:04 GMT

If nature has made you a giver, your hands

are born open, and so is your heart.

And though there may be times when your

Hands

are empty, your heart is always full, and you

can give things out of that.
_{~Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess}

MOMENT

brightmoonlight — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 09:50:18 GMT

You have to live moment to moment, you

Have to live each moment as if it is the last

Moment. So don't waste it in

quarreling, in

Nagging or in fighting.

Perhaps you will not find the next

moment even.

GET A NEW VIEW

brightmoonlight — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 18:02:49 GMT

Suffering for all this time, I've slowly died inside.

These bleeding wounds have not yet healed

and i can't escape the pain.

Now i need to find the strength to leave it all behind.

My past won't be my fate and my scars won't hold me down.
I have to save myself

Memories, they haunt my life,

nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,

trapped again in my own hell,

I face the truth alone, when all is said and done,

you can't keep looking back.

So, dry those tears and wish the pain away...

TAKE IT SERIOUS1

brightmoonlight — Fri, 30 May 2008 10:22:52 GMT

Cherish your visions; Cherish your ideas; Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environments: of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.. ..James Allen, 1864-1912, British-born American Essayist, Author of "As a Man Thinketh"

!!WHAT A LOVE

brightmoonlight — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:09:05 GMT

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly

gentleman in his 80's,

arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he

was in a hurry

as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it

would be over an
hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him

looking at his watch

and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I

would evaluate his
wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors,

got the

needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his

wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had

another doctor's
appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The

gentleman told me

no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast

with his wife.

I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been

there for a while

and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. As we

talked, I asked if

she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no

longer knew

who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years

now.

I was surprised, and asked him, 'And you still go every

morning, even though

she doesn't know who you are?'

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, 'She doesn't know

me, but I still

know who she is.'

I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my

arm, and

thought, 'That is the kind of love I want in my life.'

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love

is an acceptance of

all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of

everything; they just make the best of everything they

have.

Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.

LOVE

brightmoonlight — Tue, 20 May 2008 14:48:18 GMT

If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make every day count. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.

GIRLS AND BOYS

brightmoonlight — Tue, 20 May 2008 14:46:18 GMT

----- GIRLS--------
-----------are like apples-----
-------on trees. The best ones----
-----are at the top of the tree.----
---The boys don't want to reach---
--for the good ones because they--
-r afraid of falling and getting hurt.-
-Instead, they get the rotten apples-

from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples up top think
something's wrong w/ them when in
-reality they're amazing. They just--
---have to wait for the right boy to
---- come along, the one who's--
----------- brave enough to----

---------------climb all--------
---------------the way-------
--------------to the top-------
-------------of the tree.--------