How to save a life..

The Beaver

We salute at the threshold of the North Sea..

..in my mind..

Why I fight..

Lost.

Maybe that's what came to the minds of the Allied Army soldiers when they first heard that Hitler just shot himself. "Why didn't he do this years ago, so it'd save us this war." It was not until they found the first concentration camp, that they came to the conclusion that there was a strong reason as to why the war began in the first place. There was an answer to the question "why we fight". For them, at least..

I have fought 6-years in the endless battlefields of medicine. Three long years of putting new information and terms I have never heard before into my brain. One year to do a research project. Two other years to witness the dirty world of medicine in the supposedly sterile places.

I have fought my fight, and I have prevailed, and I am grateful.

But I haven't found the answer to the question "why I fight..?"

No, not until I set my eyes upon a concentration camp.

Scream of Silence

to where my mind flies
when it cries for ease..
to where my heart lies
when it pumped enough..
to what the ear listens
when the sound hurts..

in the scream of silence of mine..

sit an angel of the white
its wings shattered..
finger webs of spider webs
a forgotten of the skies..

to it i soar..
for it i roar..
simplified reason of what i live for..

-as written by jehpath uranof-

Blind thoughts

That's why I like the dark night..

When all your mouths are shut and my thoughts run free.

For only in the world of the blinds my heart and mind's like an open book.

For any blind man to read..

Stolen, by Alzheimer..

One day, they (or preferably I) will find the cure for Alzheimer.

Only then, the warm personality represented by the warmth of the brown-bean soup, the green soft cake will come back to me.

Only then, the memories of those nights of fireworks marking the start of the new year will come back to me, at the good ol' Abuserin.

Let's leave it locked.

For now..

You better not kill the groove..