There's snow on your grave my darling...

And there's nothing i can do to change that.

There's snow on your grave my darling...

And I can't stop the snow, 

nor can I bring you back...

There's snow on your grave my darling,

but I can't bring the sunshine,

and I can't make it spring.

There's snow on your grave my darling...

And forever it will be

cold in my heart

without you.

Sled, the bitties friend

Every child enjoys snow! The fist snowfall of the year is just like a birthday, you wake up, you rush at the window you gaze in amazement at the sugary grounds, than you get dressed and run outside to frolic and play in the fresh snow. Today was the first snowfall of this year, in my country...it wasn't much, just a few shy flakes dancing about... in BittiLand things are much more different! The first snowfall always comes in the same day, and every bitti celebrates it like a holiday! With two months before the glorious day each and every single little bitti gets their best friend Sled and practice, practice, practice for the annual dancing competition. Yes! A dancing competition! Sled and the bitties bust some great dance moves on the frozen lake and the Snow Patrol Swans are the judges, the winner gets to hang out with Sled until the snow melts. Why would you want to hang out with Sled? Because Sled in one of the coolest bitties to hang out with during winter, and no to mention that Sled knows the best jokes ever and gives the best hand-made gifts ever!!!!

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Winter in BittiLand

Winter once more....
It's funny, all i want to do is stay and day-dream, drinking hot coco and watching fantasy movies...

Winter in BittiLand is much better than winter in the "Real Land"!
You have self-building snow creatures, and the ginger bread man are willing to let you eat their heads off because they grow and even better one...not to mention that you can drink white and black striped hot coco with cinnamon flavor..oh and the snow flakes...they tease you a lot and try to tickle your nose with their cheeky grin...
X-mas trees are everywhere, but the best thing is you don't have to murder them because they are alive and move into your home, but you have to feed them butter cookies and let them drink scotch and white chocolate eggnog
Yes..winter in BittiLand is better,,,because it rains with little bitti gifts and sweets!

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Heart

 

A dusty old and empty cup
Just like my heart,

Empty...ready to be filled with marvelous feelings

for people and objects and places

for events, moments, memories.

Dusty, forgotten, my heart sits still

Alone!

Nothing to fill the emptiness 

None willing to drown 

in the pool of feelings 

that my heart could be...

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I will always love you

I simply lost a part of me....
I felt how a piece of my heart just got ripped and how my soul broke in millions of pieces....

Losing someone you love is just like losing yourself...

I feel lost and wounded....

And all i can do is wait for time to passe...death is never easy for the ones that love you....

I shall always remember you! My friend, my family, my healer, my companion.... You mean a lot to me, and i will love you forever!

Alegria!

Lacrimilie nu sunt decat traspiratia sufletului care vibreaza!
Tears are the sweat of a vibrating soul!

"Alegria
Come un lampo di vita
Alegria
Come un pazzo gridare
Alegria
Del delittuoso grido
Bella ruggente pena,
Seren
Come la rabbia di amar
Alegria
Come un assalto di gioia

Alegria
I see a spark of life shining
Alegria
I hear a young minstrel sing
Alegria
Beautiful roaring scream
Of joy and sorrow,
So extreme
There is a love in me raging
Alegria
A joyous,
Magical feeling

Alegria
Come un lampo di vita
Alegria
Come un pazzo gridare
Alegria
Del delittuoso grido
Bella ruggente pena,
Seren
Come la rabbia di amar
Alegria !"    

(cirque du soleil-Alegria)

Because this is how i feel sometimes...alegria...is a word that you say when you are in pain, but you realize that life goes on....

Chickens are people too!

Chickens are people too!
Even though to us they are just birds, they can feel and they can think!
They try to make us think they are stupid but in the end the joke's on us, because we usually underestimate them. When i was little i remember i had a pet chick that followed me everywhere i went and slept with me in bed and every time i left my home, the baby chick used to cip-cip until i got back, and when the baby chick grew to be a wonderful white hen we had to take to my grandma;s house because she lived in the village and had more room. We left the chicken there and i missed her dearly, but i thought she would forget about me as she would mingle with others of her own kind, it turns out, that she remembered me! When i returned 4 months after, she saw me and came running to me, almost smiling! It was then i realized that chickens have feelings, they can remember, and most of all they can love and miss a loved one...
Chickens are people too!

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Strong

You can break me
...and forget me
Throw me in the wilderness
and leave me there alone!

You can haunt me
You can taunt me
You can beat me
And try to defeat me!

The truth is, I can take it all!
And no matter what you do
Or how hard you try
I'll still be myself
And i will still survive...

Come on! Give me your best shot!
I'll come out much stronger!




first attempt at a "poem"
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Break all frames

Fit in the frame...that is what i refuse to do!

This world and it's ways has a lot to offer but all humans never see that, they care only about money and how to make it, popularity and  how to gain it, and rarely they realize that life means much more, rarely they just stop to live for awhile...
After noticing this...i tried to fight it, and i fought long and hard...but society has chains that are made of the hardest steel...so i got tied down, just like an insane person...
I did all i could to escape..i ripped my flesh on those chains i screamed and struggled, i cried and bled, i cursed and pleaded...it was all in vain...they just wanted to turn me into another piece of their sick puzzle, but i refused!
So i made my own world! BittiLand, where insanity is normal, and where everyone is free and happy, it's not utopia, but it's very close, and everyone can say what they when they want, act and dress they way they want, there is no such thing as money and no such thing as sorrow, unless the other bitties want to...

And in the end, i won...i am not a puzzle piece, i am free....i broke the frame!

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Mad world

Each time i walk out of my house or out of my own little world I get a very crazy feeling...
I feel that this entire "society" we worked so hard to build is actually sitting on smoke and clouds, "we" built a certain pattern and now it is "our" obligation to follow it, or suffer the consequence, the only problem is that this pattern was based on nothing but thin air...this pattern has absolutely no substance what so ever and what is worse we follow it blindly, and you know the pattern i am talking about  because you can feel it's weight every day, every second, and even if you want to resist you somehow cannot. It's like the entire society is your mother and it tells you to go to school, get a job, earn money, get married by 30 and have children, act a certain way, wear certain clothes, think like the rest and share the same bloody opinions and if you don't then your "mommy" will not give you desert, and if someone tries to fight falling in this pattern, the others make sure to crush every nonconformist spirit and turn us around...So why do we follow this shallow pattern of society? Because we are afraid to actually be ourselves, we are afraid of being ridiculed, we are afraid of breaking this pattern because if the pattern breaks, the entire world would stop. My issue here is that the world already stopped, and it stopped ages ago when we first decide to obey rules that were against our nature. The world is static and we are all dead, we "live" like robots and our only purpose is to continue this pattern with as little change as possible.

We live in a mad world because it is against every known and unknown nature, principle, ideal or law for humans to be their own slaves, we are our own slaves and we will continue to be slaves unless we start to be who we truly are!

Autumn mornings

 

Nothing compares to warm, sunny autumn mornings

When you wake up and the room is slightly chilled and you want to stay 5 more minutes in your warm bed...but you wake up, open the door and the pale sun washes your face and it feels... familiar...

You take a deep breath and while the fresh morning air fills your lungs you suddenly remember childhood

...and like a flash-back you recall your school days...

...young, innocent, eager...

Everything seemed different then, it felt like nothing could stop you from your path and dreams seemed  real.

You take another deep breath and you smile...

The air tastes the same as it did back then...this gives you confidence, and you start to believe in those dreams again...

Autumn mornings are natures way of telling you that even though everything around you changes, you can be certain that the most important things remain the same...

Autumn mornings are there to ensure us that even nature is now falling asleep, it will still be there to embrace us and it will always makes us feel like children...

...because in the end that's what we are and we will always be...naive children that dream of being all grown up.

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When trees cry

 

You know it's autumn when trees cry...

Subtle changes that we cannot feel, but we only notice when the golden leaves start to cover  the green grass.

When the gentle summer sun stars to slowly fade and the autumn breeze makes it's way through the thin air... you can almost feel the trees shiver, as they too, fade away...

They know they will soon have to sleep deeply as to survive the merciless winter and that is when they start to cry...

Trees are lively creatures that adore to dance with the wind and play with the rain drops, they like to tease the sunlight and play hide and seek with the midnight moon. Trees like to stare at stars and scare others with their cunning shadows and monster like branches...

Trees love to stay awake and talk about philosophy, for they are as old as the ground beneath them, they like to predict the future and they sometimes bet on it too, they like to hear the music of mother nature and sing-along to birds tweets...

That is why sadness fills their core, and they can feel how every inch of their has to be put to sleep in order to survive...that is when their leaves turn to golden brown or rusty red...and they shed their leaves just like we shed tears when a beloved one dies...

You know it's autumn when trees star to cry...

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Fire

Fire... some say it can purify, some say it's bad... but fire is not good nor evil...it just is

Every time something burns, it means the end of it, but it can also mean a new begining... when you burn a field to destroy all the plants there you do to clean the field for future crops; when you burn wood you do it to obtain heat so you can maintain lifeform

And when you burn oil in a lamp you do it to gain light...

Unlike thunder, rain or lighting, fire is not a natural phenomenon, and it was not entirely produced by humans, it;s not natural nor artificial, it's both, it is a paradox...

To obtain fire, you need both nature and humans...i always considered that humans are no longer part of nature since they derived from the natural path so much that they no longer adapt to nature, but they adapt nature to their own needs, so for me, humans are the opposite of nature...

 Fire is like a link between humans and nature...because you need them both to creat it, and fire combines both the essence of "human", which is to destroy, and the essence of nature, which is to create.

Fire is indeed the only natural element within us, the fire from our hearts sometimes confused with desire, wrath, love, anger, passion...it is fire that burns in our souls and keeps us alive as long as we provide it with the necessary fuel. It is the burning fire that provides us with the instinct to survive...to procreate...

"Bright-flaming, heat-full fire, the source of motion"  

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Words are complicated

I try to do a little of everything, and most of all i try to find a way to express myself since i am not using words properly to get my message across. 

It is quite interesting that we have so many languages, and each language has so many words and expressions, but still we are misunderstood most of the time.

Even if we live in the same country and speak the same language it seems to me that people are foreigners, they do not know how to really communicate and fully understand each other, is seems to me that they know nothing about the ones that surround them and most importantly they know nothing about themselves...maybe that's why is is so hard to fully understand each other, because we do not understand ourselves....

Some people talk and some people listen...but do they get the main  idea? Do they truly comprehend ?

"There's so much said in empty words."  

Maybe one day we will all learn to speak from our hearts and brains, not from our mouths.... 

A world of roses

All these photos are dedicated to a dear close friend who made an entire world around these beautiful symbolic flowers... I care for her deeply and her marvelous  writing inspired me to make these pictures...

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Smell

In my view, smell  is one of the most important sense we can have.

Thanks to the sense of smell we can feel the taste of different aromas, for instance, if we were to hold our nose and taste a strawberry would feel that it's sweet, thanks to our sense of taste, we would not feel the aroma, just the taste, and taste only includes: sweet, sour, bitter and spicy, and it is smell that determines the aroma every time we eat something.

Not only that, but this important sense is present in our lives from the beginning, when we are born, the mother takes us in her arms and feeds us and we are able to be fed and find our way to the source of our food thanks to smell, we are no different than animals when it comes to feeding, we need to smell our food in order for us to eat it, and many times we refuse to eat something if it doesn't smell pleasant enough, and some times we can smell something so powerful we can almost taste it, and part of that is true, thanks to this wonderful sense we can even "taste" things we would normally never eat.

Just like animals, we choose our mates based mostly on smell, even though we don't actually "smell" our partners, we are attracted to them with the help of hormones, that our noses can detect and so can our subconscious.

We even have certain expressions that point out how important the sense of smell is, for example: "danger is so close, you can almost smell it" , "smell of victory"...

I did not knew what to write for this weeks magpie
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When worlds collide

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I was always fascinated with art, but i do not have a talent, it is true i tried different things, i failed some, i am learning some...

That is why i started this blog, to see if i actually have any writting skills, and i always love photography....so i made a deviantart account

Check it out, tell me your thoughts, constructive critique, tips, ideas, advice are welcomed and much appreciated!

I am not very good yet, but i am learning and the more i learn and the better i'll buy a better camera too, because i thought it's not worth paying too much money for a new camera if i'm not good at taking pictures...some are borned talented, some work really hard to gain certain skills, and some, like me, just try to express themselves in various ways and hope that the message gets across...

I hope to get better at photography and at writting so i could share with others my ideas, my thoughts, my visions...

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Dream-sand

            Have i ever told you the story of  dream-sand? Well it was a long long time ago, long before mankind existed, , in place that exists only in vivid imaginations...It was a magical place, with pale green fields and sparkling fairies everywhere, dancing gnomes and chocolate milk streams, candy flowers and berry picking dragons. A place where all legends were true, and all creatures lived in peace and harmony, a place where werewolves an sheep worked together to build a biscuit castle for their young, a marvelous place with unicorns that played cards with chess pieces under a smiling sky.

It was in this place the moon, the sun and the stars decided to create the dream-sand, a type of sand that can give every little creature the ability to dream and when the dream is over it should come true. Everyone loved the idea, even thought no one knew or understand the concept of dreaming, except for a sneaky little fairy that wanted absolute power over the other creatures, so the fairy decided to steal all the dream-sand and use it to turn the others into slaves, and that is what she did.

After the magical dream sand was made out of stardust, moonlight and sunshine, everyone got a little bit to try it out and see if it works and if they like dreaming. Indeed it worked, and everyone was so pleased they wanted to dream some more... they loved using only their ideas and imagination to create new and beautiful things. It was a thrill to see a dragon dreaming of a machine that projected imagines of creatures that could be controlled by a board with buttons on it, and all day the dragon played with his characters and made worlds for them, thought of plots and plans and gave them items to battle with or to travel with.

And the fairies dreamed of paints that were placed on canvases to create imagines, and those imagines looked lovely on the biscuit castle's walls.

The gnomes dreamed of tools that they can use to create gardens filled with plants of all shapes, sizes and colors, while the werewolves and sheep thought of other werewolves and sheep so they would always have the company of their own kind.

It was better then before, and everyone was even happier, until the selfish fairy stole the dream-sand and promised not to give it back until everyone becomes  a slave and does what ever the fairy tells them too.

The other creatures felt sad without the dream-sand but they would never give up their freedom, so they all refused. The fairy was furious! 

"-If they won't become my slaves willingly, i will make them!" the fairy thought. "-But how? How can i make them my slaves?"and then she got the horrid idea to dream of the other creatures as slaves and jumped right into the dream-sand. 

BOOM!

It was too much dream-sand for such a little creature, so the fairy lost the magic it had inside and became human, just like the other fairies . The other creatures were affected by the explosion as well, some became only myths that you hear from the other humans, some you can see in paintings or in gardens, and others, like the sheep and werewolves, became simple animals that are always together, but somehow, always lonely....

The sun, the moon and the stars were so upset, they never wanted the dream-sand to be used like this, they only wanted to bring joy in the hearts of others...that is when they all decided to never create anything like it before, so they each went their own ways...

What was left of the dream-sand was put in little diamond bottles that were given to a few angels to guard and protect from other selfish creatures...we call those angels "Sandmen"

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Escape the asylum

After years and years..i saw a way out! HAHAHA...those silly doctors, they ignorant, just because i am insane, mad and enjoy my mania with rats and tea, does not mean i am stupid!

Yes...i planned carefully and i planned well and tonight...

Tonight i shall escape the asylum!

I will finally be free...like i am in my mind, in own little world...

They say i am insane...but i am more normal then they are because i accept and embrace my insanity, i don't try to fight it like the rest, i am happy and free knowing that i am abnormal, weird, mad.

Ha, i am more normal then they are because i can actually stay sane inside my insanity

But i have to stay focused, must wait for the perfect time...when the clock strikes  04:00 i shall break the window with the dancing ghost and i shall run as fast and far as i can....

The ghost? Well, i've spoken to the ghost, i gave it all my candy in the last 3 months so the ghost won't stop me and if she wants she can run free with me as well...

And for the fence...well i already sent my darling rats to dig and i shall crawl under it...

You see, at 04:00 the doctors are all in a deep sleep and the guard usually watches something disgusting  on tv...so he'll be busy and won't notice me...but just in case i will roll in mud so i can camouflage better...plus i enjoy the mud...

Oh, and i have my trusty apple to break the window with...all i have to do is wait....yes ..wait...tik tok tik tok...come on now...not much longer....soon i shall be free!!! 

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

That's it,it's 04:00 i can run free now!!!!!

Splash! 

"And this is the patient that makes all the trouble around here.She throws apples at the other doctors, bites nurses, colects bugs and talks to them,oh and it seems she tried to escape again, you see, she does this every month, she tries to break the window with an apple....well it's better then having it thrown at you...now watch your step, i'll show you the patient that thinks he's a gremlin, he always makes us laugh..."

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Express yourself

Ever so often something just pops into my brain, something that might just be a good idea...that is when i find myself rushing to a piece of paper wanting to write it down, but until i get there...all the words that form that idea just seem to pour out of my brain and i lose them on the way...

so i end up writing something completely different, something that doesn't even make sense, something that has no depth and barely has a meaning....

every time i try to stop the words from pouring, i even try to retrace my steps hoping i can somehow find my words, pick them up and put them back in my brain so i could make them harmoniously dance on the paper, just like i intend them to, but it is all in vain, so i decided to never go look for them again...

Ever so often i feel that words are overwhelming me, that is when i take a deep breath, smile and just let them run free.....

I love apples

We all know that old saying "an apple a day keeps the doctor away"..well from where i am standing , it's true...so very very true. Every day they feed me at least an apple , they say it will keep me strong and healthy. Ha!!! Healthy?! They all claim i have an unhealthy mind, that i am mad...why would they want me to be healthy?

But i love apples, they are round and hard and easy to throw...my doctor hates them:)) I never eat my apples...i hide them under my pillow and when the doctor comes to check up on me i throw them at him until he ether runs away or he call for help and makes me go to sleep....

I just hope that one day i will be able to kill him with an apple...now that will keep that nasty doctor and his injections away for ever! 

And anyways, apples are fruits and fruits are my friends, i love them and they love me, how could i eat them? 

I am sure you don't eat your friends.

And besides, if i would eat them who would keep me company...yes, i still have my darling plague rats, but you know how they are, they come and go, you can't really rely on them to stay.

But one day, yes one day...one day i will murder that doctor and i shall become indeed stronger and healthy because you know what i say: "One adam's apple a day keeps the doctor away!" 

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Little things

I am a person that loves to learn i am not exaggerating when i say i do indeed  learn something new every single day of my life...and these days i learned how to take macro pictures....yay! My first macro...

But most importantly i remembered that there is beauty everywhere around us, all we have to do  is open our eyes and our hearts and truly gaze at the beauty that our planet has. The beauty that is nature, the beauty that is so imperfect....yet perfect...the beauty of the paradox that is this planet...the beauty that we can only find in little things...it is indeed the little things that are more beautiful and much more bigger then we like to think...it is in that beauty that i find joy, comfort, happiness, freedom...it is in  that beauty that i like to live my life every single day...
 it is  those little things that give the strength and power that i need and most of all help me keep going on and on and on... It is the little things that keeps us alive...and keeps me alive...and every time i gaze upon the little things i realize how beautiful life is and That is the source of my energy!

"Everywhere you look, there is something to see"

Home?

I was searching a long time for the perfect house, somewhere far from the city, somewhere quiet and alone.. A small little house i can call my own, a perfect little home just for me and my pets.
And one morning i finally found it, right in the middle of the woods it stood there almost screaming at me....it was then when i gazed my eyes on the house and thought to myself: "It's magical!" I felt as if the house was smiling at me and it seamed that the house was looking for the perfect owner just as much as i was looking for the perfect home...

I moved in right away! Me and my pets ( all 7 of them) loved the place, it was the house of our dreams and we all got used to living in it very fast...it indeed felt like "HOME"

...but one day it all went down heel....some friends came over and invited me to go camping for a week and i was more than happy to go so i accepted the offer...little that i knew i was never going to leave...

I woke up very early, my tent was ready, my sleeping bag was ready, food, clothes, everything was ready for my camping trip , all i had to do was leave...sounded easy enough, but it wasn't! When i tried to open the door, it shut abruptly in my face and locked itself! I tried and i tried to open it, but it was useless...i ran to the windows, same thing, they just closed the moment i got to them and no matter how hard i tried they would not open. I grabbed the nearest thing and tried to brake the windows...it was useless..i tried smashing them with a hammer, the hammer bounced right back...i tried and i tried to get out and other have tried to get in...it was the house...the house would not let anyone in or out...i was and still am a prisoner of my own home!

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Insanity

"Just lay back. relax and let the water and soap wash all your pain away...." that is what the doctor ordered, he even told me: " It's just a dream, it's not real and it will all go away". But he doesn't know...that it isn't a dream, it's just as real as he is and just as annoying.
How can he have the nerve to tell me that it's all a dream., when the scratches and the woonds prove i am right, prove that i am not imagine things, prove that i am not mad...But they want me to be mad...yes...that's it...they want me to be mad so they could lock me in for ever.. but i won't let them..no..i can't let them...i musn't let them! If they lock me up i can't run anymore and i certanely can't hide and then i will surely die...
I was haunted by that...that..thing, that monster ever since i moved out....and i don't know why am i the only one that can see it, feel it, get hurt by it...and it only comes out at night...in the shadows...If they lock me up, it will always be there in the shadows...tormenting me to death...but i can't let them lock me up...i have to prove them that it is real and i am not insane...

"-This won't hurt at all. You might feel a bit weak, i suggest you sleep. The doctor will soon come to see you...just relax and it will go away." the nurse said in a low, menacing voice...that's how i know It already got me!

Summer warmth

  Summer comes only once a year!

That's why i am sad it's almost over ...I have so much more ice cream to eat, and swimming to do, not to mention so many other pictures to take and sights to see, books to read...

Oh summer...i shall miss you like i miss long mornings, and butterflyes, sweet watermelons and icy juices...Wallnut ice cream and the warm sun on my skin...summer..the only season i can wash my hair and let it dry naturalt..The only season when i can walk barefoot, and the only season i can lay on the grass and hear the birds and bugs whisper sweet sounds of summer in my heart....

Life is too short to get rusty

As i stared as these rusted pipes i remembered my long forgotten dreams...dreams that were just as rusty and old...but just as strong in my mind and in my hearts, dreams so colorful that managed to echo in my head for years and years...

Those kind of innocent dreams that begin when you find out that you can think, wish, want and dream...Dreams that are just as old as you are, dreams that gain depth and meaning as you grow, dreams that change as your personality changes, but somehow manage to remain the same...dreams that scar you, that shape you, that make you who you are...

Dreams that seem impossible...and dreams that you want to be impossible, dreams that never die, not even when your very essence is broken. Those kind of dreams that make you get up when you are in your lowest position...dreams that push you further and further, dreams that test your limits and dreams that  cheer you up when you desperately need it.

It is those dreams that we often forget when we lose ourselves in our daily lives, but we remember them when we need fixing..and just like these rusted pipes those dreams need taking care off...and what better way to take care of a dream than to fulfill it!

Life is to short to get rusty....so reach for your goals and live your dreams!


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Garden of Eden?

The place was abandoned...no one in sight for miles and miles on end. The only noise was that made by the wind and insects and the building in front was old and falling apart, a few windows were broken and the gray curtains were dancing playfully being blown by the wind. the door was wide oped as if someone or something broke in the house and the stairs had scratches all over them, just like the walls...As i looked closer i've noticed blood stains all over and then i felt a chill...i turned, and in a blink of an eye i saw a big black shadow, i tried to move but i couldn't and before i could scream i was covered by the thick freezing shadow...and jsut as it came it dissaperead and something caught my eye...it was magnificent garden right in front of my...how could i not notice it before?


All the plants were vivid green and the blooming flowers were almost smiling at me, butterflyes were playing about and the bright white light made it look like a fairy tale.
The garden looked, smelled and felt alive. I close my eyes for  a moment and tried to feel the positive energy flowing through my body..i could feel the garden inhaling..exhaling and  I was breathing with it, i could feel my blood in veins like i could feel the water from the stream racing towards its destination, i could feel every little leaf and every little grain of sand.
My hair felt exactly like the green grass and my arms and legs felt like branches...tree branches that were reaching for the sun to catch as much of it as they could...i laid down and felt one with the soil beneath me...i could not feel anything else but the garden...i died and became the garden...



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Art

"Art is the process or product of deliberately arranging elements in a way to affect the senses or emotions. It encompasses a diverse range of human activities, creations, and modes of expression"


To me, ART is any object that was created and will be created, and that has the posibility to change your emotion, to creat an emotion or just leave you speechles! Art is both "good" (is accepeted by all as art)  and "bad" ( it is considered the oposite of art, or a failure...like a very bad and ungly painting), in my opinion, even "bad" art should still be art because of the feelings it causes, not because it was made properly or is estetic.

To me art is everything that surrounds us...and no matter if you are a good artist or a bad artist, aspiring artist or dreaming to be an artist....YOU are an artist because you creat art that changes your mood, your emotion!!! Even if others don't understand, or don't see the message, the ideea or the briliance behing your art...it is important that you understand....

Art to me, can be a lot of things: a diary, food, a flower, my flower, a very bad movie, picture, paiting, a song, the weather...yes, i consider art to be the entire univers...because it changes how we see things, even for just a second!

Soul mates...

  He seemed like an ordinary teenage boy because no one knew of his obsession...

Ever since he could remember He had this cylinder lock. He, or his parents, or anyone who knew him, could not remember where it appeared from and why...but he kept it under his pillow and every time he wondered about it's origins and it's purpose. He would spend hours  looking at it, trying to find a clue about it, or even something weird about it, but it was just an old, rusty and regular cylinder lock....

One day, the boy was walking home from school and almost got hit by car, luckily a girl warned him just in time. He couldn't help but feel attracted  to the girl that saved him, so he offered to buy her a drink as a "thank you".
While they were talking about the weather, news, and other subjects that did not say too much about ones personality, He realized he felt odd. He felt like he knew her, like He could guess her every move or thought. He payed closer attention...and He was right! He could guess her every move and every word She was going to say and. much more then this, he noticed that she was studying him as well, searching for the same answer: "Do I know this person?"
He decided to come clean...he explained what He noticed and found out She noticed that as well...there was silence between them for a brief moment....it was time to say goodbye.

Almost a month has passed since the encounter with the girl and he could not stop thinking of her, and what was weird is that every time he thought about the girl he also remembered about the lock he had ever since he could have memories. He felt like he was in the middle of something, but could not quite guess what... He tried hard to remember every little  detail about the girl and their meeting. He thought about it night and day, until he remembered : she had a necklace....a necklace with a key...not just any key, a rusty old key that might just ...NO....that fits in the lock!!!! "
What could this mean?"

And in that very moment she entered the room, holding the key, guessing...knowing what He was thinking...
They've put the key in the lock and turned it and with a screeching sound it opened to revel a picture of a bride and groom...they were the bride and groom and they knew...it was love...love that transcended through time, love that survived each generation...a love so strong that could never die...So they did the obvious and got married!

After only one year of marriage they managed to change the entire world with their love, they did a lot of good and some say that their love was so strong it stopped hunger, war and poverty....some say that their love was God itself and other say that their love echoed in the whole Univers...
but that is just a tale...



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What tomorrow brings?

Tomorrow is a joy, a gift, a blessing....

Tomorrow....tomorrow is a curse...

Tomorrow is unknown, a surprize, a motive to live...an adrenaline sourse.

Tomorrow is uncertain, strange and wierd...tomorrow is the future!

 Tomorrow is the day afer...the day after today, the day after our choices, wishes and dreams, the day after our mistakes and punishments....the day after our sorrow....

Tomorrow brings hope no matter how grim today is.

Dream Land-an insane's person getaway

      "  - 6 in the morning, must get up! Shower, breakfast and work, work, work....same old thing every passing day...
Friends? Family? No...just me...it's just me and my playmates...they are the ones that keep me sane! YES, my playmates! How can i forget about them?!
         - Where my playmates live? Well they live in Dream Land, of course! And every day i visit them and we go on adventures and discover new places, maybe you should join me once, see how it is!
Yes...you should come with me there....OH, i forgot, i have powers there....yes, powers... But they only work in Dream Land! Must not use them in this world or else....
         - What powers? The power to WANT! You just want something and it comes true...but their are rules...rules you have to obey or you loose the power to Want!!! Only Bitties have the power to go to Dram Land and only they have the power to Want, that is one important rule...and to become a Bitti...you must sacrifice logic and rationality!  Abandon that and join me in Dream Land, you will love there..i love it there...And a little secret...i rule Dream Land, and even if those man in white robes from this world tell me that Dream Land it's not real, don't believe them, they are logicall and rational and don't aprove of it....and you must not speak of Dream Land while they are around or else they will give you bad medicine and put you away...


- The entrance to Dream Land.....Glad you asked... Here it is!!!

            

Money makes the world go round

Pieces of paper with pictures on it, or round pieces of some metal, that is what leads our lives, gives us power and takes it away, makes us happy or depressed.....MONEY the number one joy-bringer and the number one problem maker!

At the beginning  humans were happier, why? Because they were free! Their only worry was to not be eaten and to eat...nowadays thing are more complicated then that. We have properties, houses, schools, jobs and families. We have responsibilities and issues, we have comfortable homes and fast transportation, we have ways of communicating  fast all over the world, we have advance technology and our social life has improved  way too much...but we only have access to all of these things if we have money.
In order for us to have money we must earn it, and earning money is harder then earning someones respect.
First we need to work for it, so we need to get a job, BUT in order to have a job we need some sort of training in that particular field we want/ are forced to work in. To be trained we need to have a certain age and a certain diploma. To acquire the age is easy, you let time to it's duty, to acquire the diploma you use that time to go to certain schools. In most countries people go to school from an early age, usually around 7, but before that you have kinder-garden ( a place were children get prepared for school and work, they learn to sit down, shut up and pay attention, they are thought to socialize and express themselves), then from the age of 7 'till the age of 18 u are stuck in school, after that you need to go to college, if you want a well paying job, so another 4 years, you might also need a master or a PHD, so by the time you are 27 you are done learning everything you need to know for your job...you can say the training is over.

You get a job, you work hard, you earn money and you spend it on thing that make your life a little better, you pay for food , chelter and clothes and because you are bored with your life you get a hobby, and you spend money on that too. some even need special help to deal with certain problems so they pay money for a shrink or a hooker so you can forget about your trouble caused by/at work...

In the end you make money to spend money on the things that make you forget about the way you are making money...you spend money on money, for money....

You want it, need it, dream of it, make it, give it, loan it, spend it, borrow it, use it...money rules the entire world and each of us is just another willing slave..

One might go so far as to : Money = God

No utopia for humans....

If you are like me, you spend a very good amount of time thinking how would it be if the world were perfect. No hunger, no violence, no economical trouble, humans living in peace, no animals being tortured by humans, no nuclear weapons, no pollution, and the list goes on. Ahhh, yes, Utopia... who wouldn't want to live there? A world where there is no suck level to fight( nerdfighter joke), a world where there are no bad things, a world where you don't need any leaders because the people are all fair and correct, a world without crimes...such a world is possible only in our mind!

The human nature is a mystery, we want to live in a utopic world and the only thing that stops us is our selves! Even if Utopia existed, we can't change who we are! We would destroy it the same way we destroyed this world we live in! Why? Because it is in our blood to destroy, it is in our nature to be part good and part evil, it is in our gens to be greedy, selfish, violent and always destroy that which we do not understand! And even with blood transfusions, gen spliting and environmental change, we still can't change who and what we are no matter how much we try...



Utopia is a dream for a reason, it it impossible to make it reality because of us!

Different views

Each individual has a different opinion on every little aspect of every little thing in the world...is that opinion genuine or is it influenced?

Societies are made by individuals, with individuals and for individuals, but it clogs the individual. Individuals just blend in with society and in the end you don't really know if the individual's opinion is it's own or the society.

I have reached the conclusion that every person in the world has 7 view points that influence the original opinion: the world, as a whole( we, as a humans, want and need the same things to survive, food water and air, and we live on this planet living and trying to live, but in a different way than other animals do), the continent ( which influence how we do things to get the things we need to survive, we import and export the things we want and need, we communicate differently with other continents, for instance, asia and europe have a different relationship than asia and america), the country (each country has different traditions,needs and wants, economic, social standard, language, currency, rituals, than influence or way of thinking, some countries are more conservative, while others are more open minded), the region ( each region, like the country has different wants and needs, depending on the climate, fauna , flora, number of people living there and so one, and like the country it influence the individual's life style, social standard, educations etc), the group( which influence how we act, how high or low our standards are and how we react) the family (it influences us a lot, how we were brought up, our own traditions, how we respect certain values, how we ignore certain values, how strong or frail we are, how in/dependent we are and so on), and last, our own self (how we choose to act according to all that influences us, the way we choose our wants and needs based on the wants and needs of everything that is around us, and how we choose to act and react among each other).

All these different views and opinions influence our lives and more ways than we like to admit, and in the end it influence our choices and, of course, our way of thinking and ,in the end ,our view point and opinions.

In the end, are we really original and "independent" when every little thing around us has a major impact on the way we think and act?

Time

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Time...Time is a time that passes with time...
Time is a gift, given to you, given to give you the time you need to have the time of your life"
Ever heard anyone say "history repeats itself"? Well based on this, we might think that time and what ever happens in time is a cycle...i think of it more as a spiral, the rules are the same...but the characters and the way they react are different, meaning that we don't repeat the same mistakes, we just follow the same patters and it is very difficult for us to stray away from those patterns, and even when we think we managed to escape, it's only an illusion...
Sometimes i love that time passes, sometimes i wish it stops or that i could go back in time and change...but in the end i am glad i cannot, think of all the implications and the damages time travel would do to our past, present and future...

Pro choice, not pro herd!

It seems i am a huge freak because i chose NOT to eat meat.
In a room with 500 people i am the only vegetarian, and i am ridiculed and picked on because i am different then they are.
I always thought that what you eat only matters to you and to your body and heath, not the people around you, it seems i was ever so wrong.
It's weird because usually there are 2 types of people-those who want to understand and those who do not want to understand, yet among those 500 where only the ones who do now want to understand...why is it such a big deal? Since when does it matter to others what i eat and what i don't eat...
It's more than this, it seems to me that every little aspect of our lives as to be similar with that of the society we have to live in. If you are a teenager and you have a kid-huge problem, if you are 50 and never was married, you are a freak. Does no one stop and wonder maybe that teenager chose to have a baby and maybe that 50 old person chose to be single for the rest of their lives. Why is it so hard for others to accept differences?
And i thought it was hard for people to accept homosexuals and other religions, why wouldn't be hard when they can't even accept little differences like what you eat...
Is is so awful to be different? Is is so wrong to make a choice and not follow others? Since when not being part of the herd is being against it?
And most importantly why to others care so much about how you chose to live your life, why does it bother them so much that they can't sleep well at night?
I for one embrace choices and differences and i am extremely happy for those who chose to be outcasts and happy, rather to be part of the herd and miserable!

Normal?

John Locke stated that "man is by nature a social animal", if so does this mean we all have to be the same? Do we all have to want the same things, dress in a certain way, act in a certain way, just because we are social animals?
If we look all around us we see the same thing, we see all these different people, but they act the same. Why? Why are they so afraid to be themselves, we are they so afraid of being an "outcast"?
Let me explain this with an example: at school a girl dared to wear a flower in her hair that matched her whole "gypsy look"( like in the picture), nothing weird, extravagant or indecent, yet most of the people that saw her laughed, judged and criticized, because she did not wore something that was fashionable, something everyone is wearing. It's a bit funny that even the males found her outfit weird(even though males are not fond of fashion most of the times).
I've also noticed that this behavior goes beyond fashion or how one looks. People discriminate and judge all the things they do not understand ( i'm not reffering necessarily to race or religion, but that is a very good and well known example) or things that are different than their ideea of "normal". Based on the way you look, the way you act, talk, walk, behave, even based on your ideas and principles, people will discriminate and critic you until they leave with no choice but to be like they or else they will throw you away form their "perfect" society

According to the dictionary, "normal" means:

-conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural.

-serving to establish a standard.

-approximately average in any psychological trait, as intelligence, personality, or emotional adjustment.

-free from any mental disorder; sane.

-free from any infection or other form of disease or malformation, or from experimental therapy or manipulation.

-being at right angles, as a line; perpendicular.

And according to the urban dictionary: normal= a word made up by this corrupt society so they could single out and attack those who are different.
And i agree with the urban dictionary more.

Welcome to Bitti Land...

Why should you visit Bitti Land?
1. It's a land that you have never heard before...because it doesn't exist in the real world
2. It's, most likely, unique...just like any other blog out there
3. It has somewhat interesting fiends, critters, creatures, ideas, opinions,rants, and thoughts that you will love to hate and most surely disagree with
4. It's "just" a paradox
5. We have all the chocolate and dreams you can handle...or what ever you consider to be your drug
And most of all ...we have a lot of Bitties
Enjoy!


P.S. Do not google "bitti", you won't find THE CORRECT meaning of this term, entity, creature, word...