Are you listening to all these stories ? My deepest heart for you, I call you in longing everyday I feel like I'll never be able to reach you now I can't let you go inside of me But it doesn't work well The more I try to push you away from my mind It's just getting so much worse I remember all our stories My deepest heart for you, I call you in longing everyday I feel like I'll never be able to reach you now
It will pass all the season I know you'll be far away one day, Maybe I'm pushing you too hard Now my chest hurts really bad. My deepest heart for you I call you in longing everyday I feel like I'll never be able to reach you now
Without any reason on that tearful day I'm looking for you Remember all our days now and then Everytime you are going to erase it .. It'll become clearer My heart really hurts.. But I have to send you away .. Remember it.. I ONLY LOVE YOU .. ~li #Remember me #Gummy#hotel del luna Pc:- to the rightful owner #writersnetwork#mirakee
(This is part of a story from a book I've been writing for some time. I apologize to everyone if the text is a little longer.Thanks)
"Hotel" by artistano1
Nobody knows that I'm leaving, and it wouldn't be wise for anyone to find out. Therefore, I will certainly not be the one to invite someone and give myself away. It ran through my head to run to the first taxi and wake up a tired taxi driver, while he was sleeping with the steering wheel in his hands. No, I will not be the one to scare him and interrupt his short and tormented dream. That could cause suspicion and superfluous questions, to which I have no answer. That could then drive away into oblivion everything that the worried valet with glasses thought last night, while he was giving me sleeping pills. I just wanted it all to end, like the parting of saturated lovers who stay at the door of the one who stays while at the same time they both want to separate. That's what Javier Marias would say. - I have never been here, in this hotel, on this night between Saturday and Sunday; because no one is allowed to know or will find out that I am not there, nor will I ask for help from random passers-by, no matter how smart it might be, it would be insane. Any casual passerby on a night like this can be a serial killer or thief, or a drunken man ready for conflict, or a large-body man, with huge fists and a tired whore in a car, or a mentally ill person just escaped from the mental hospital. It would be foolish to knock on some doors of houses in the neighborhood, and thus reveal face and escape, and terrible story and destiny. No, for everybody i had remain invisible, a shadow, a phantom, no one, and for all those who know me, I will still be in the hotel tonight while they sleep or suffer from insomnia here or in Moscow or anywhere else in the fucking world. Yes, no one must know, I will not do anything, I will not tell anyone. If I manage to get out and get to town, I'll borrow a phone to call and tell Maria everything. Good plan, insanely good plan, what an irony. - As I thought about all this, I noticed that I had been standing alone in the hallway for some time, motionless and in danger of giving up. Due to my mental haste, I didn't do anything, the haste makes us think. At that moment, footsteps were heard from the other end of the hallway and I, quickly, almost running, headed in the opposite direction, towards the restaurant. The restaurant was not open at that time of night, but it seems to have been unlocked, intentionally or accidentally, by someone's mistake; I went inside, leaning on the faint light that illuminated the hall through the window. I glanced around, looking nowhere, almost to make sure there was no one but me in the cold room... - And that was the solution to my problem. Two windows in the hall were open due to ventilation and fresh air. It seems to me now that after only two or three steps I found myself in the yard, I think I thought few things then (or maybe I thought them later and just jumped out the window without thinking) They must not find out that I went out there myself, or if they already know for sure, we should leave room for doubt: And if it is already established, then it is better to blame someone who left those windows open. Now it was enough to run across the dimly lit yard and jump over the fence, which I did with such speed that I don't even remember if I was thinking anything until the next moment when I was walking barefoot down the street. I turned around once more looking at the hotel and then my suspicions were confirmed. - The big name of "my hotel" was "Psychiatrische Klinik Wienn" or on English "clinic for mental illness Vienna"! At that moment, I started running as fast as I could - as if I was hoping that if I ran fast enough to escape from my own head; or to forget the consciousness that befell me. I ran with all my might and I think I was shouting out loud "no, no, no!" I know for sure that I was crying. And then, all of a sudden, I thought about what I would look like to someone watching me from the sidelines; some stranger, a casual passer-by, who returns in late part of night on just such a dark street, and while hiding the identity of a serial killer, or a drunken man ready for conflict, the footsteps that carried him out of his mysterious thoughts were my footsteps; — the footsteps of a runaway madman in the night; And again irony, in that case i would be a nightmare someone who is a nightmare to someone; Or a large-body man, with big fists and a tired whore, passing by in car, they see a crying lunatic running at the speed of their car. At that moment, there was no room in me for a new plan; Nikola was really just crazy, I knew. I just didn't know that the place where I stayed was not a hotel but a mental hospital, madhouse, and those people who put me to sleep for days and took me to breakfast are not nice roommates but paramedics, and those poor people who rehearsed Orwell's or Feydo's or Shakespeare's texts are not actors but mentally sick people, and my performances are not performances but attacks of madness, and humiliation of poor and sick people. But I really was an actor and a writer. Am i? There was no time to think about whether, and why i'm crazy? The factual state of affairs was that I witnessed a death in that hospital from which I escaped. The end. The police will look for me, the newspapers will write, God, how I am in trouble, and again, this is the story I have always wanted. I stopped abruptly at an intersection, wiped away my tears, and looked around. The traffic at this time of night was weak, there were almost no cars, you would only hear the dull sound of the engine if someone passed in one of the neighboring streets. My heart was pounding like a gallop of a herd of wild horses, I suddenly got sick, my heartbeat moved there, into the living and fresh wound that my brain inflicted on me - Child! - Maria! - Maria's child! My child! ... No, no, it can't be. As if from the memory of some distant dream, pictures came to me, I sat on the sidewalk and waited for anyone to come for me...
The large bookshelf was sprawled across the floor as I entered Room 209, and more than a dozen books lay beside it. Scattered like the pebbles of a spring forest. I stood there frozen as I further assessed the scene: Mr. Reynolds held his wife protectively, both on the farthest corner of the room. Fear being the only thing shown in their eyes.
"We've had enough!" the old man yelled, and he began to move towards my direction. To the door that was still open.
"We're leaving!" With a shaky breath, he pushed me aside. Exiting into the long hall of the second floor. The last thing I heard were his wife's muffled sobs, and everything once again descended into an eerie, midday silence.
It was always like this.
With a sigh, I began to dial the top number on my phone. Three rings passed, and he immediately answered the call. "Hello, Cecily?" Arthur greeted me. "Yeah, yeah. They returned the keys. Gabriel will be there to fetch their bags in ten minutes."
It was always like this in the Melvur Hotel. Guests were brave enough to enter, but in the end, they all left fast with horror. It was something that all the staff, including I, were used to. And yet, somehow, I was never able to believe the claims, and the tales they shared. It was only now: Now that I have seen it with my very own eyes.
There were many stories. Some guests have claimed that they felt like they were being followed. And that a harsh, unnatural cold would wake them amidst the night. That sometimes, they would spot a strange shadow in the corner of their eye. That sometimes, they would hear light footsteps in the darkness. Tap, tap, tap. The sound so deeply carved in their minds, that some would even dream of it. And in their dreams, they would see a man: With skin so pale, it was almost like snow. He would then flash them a grin. An unsettling, menacing grin.
They were only small things. To me, they weren't really much to worry about. That was until reports came about falling chandeliers, and people getting trapped in the walk-in closets while they were alone. Again, I disregarded them. I could not accept it. It couldn't be real. It couldn't.
But now, I knew better.
I stared at the airy figure that floated just above the fallen shelf. It's eyes gazed at me, glistening with mischief. His pale skin shone as he smiled.
"What? I was just having fun."
"You could've killed someone!" My fists balled, and I gritted my teeth in anger. How could he have done this?
"C'mon, little sis. You should try scaring people at least once in a while. They won't recognize you if you turn invisible."
"And plus, it's nothing seri---"
"You want to kill them!" I yelled. The betrayal sinking into my heart. "How could you?!"
Edgar remained unfazed.
"We are no longer humans, little sister," he said plainly.
"What's with the face, Cess? Don't you like being a ghost?"
In the city of dreams found one super classic restaurant searched from internet pictures where tempting me
So on one happy and brighter day I decided to have yummy meal and visited that place
Place was welcoming employees were having comforting smile on their faces the soft music was playing making me feel relaxed
Kind and gentle eyes asked me for order I ordered for their signature dishes While waiting for food I observed walls n decor of restaurant It was elegant with warm colours were rich and very welcoming soft cushion seats that let my body sink right down in them Window around the table making an open air felling
In between obsering feel of place I see waiter bringing the menus I can feel aroma from distant I rubbed my hand with glee As I had first bite of food the essence of flavors made me delve Food was scrumptious and luscious
Tears crawling through the night I’m crying in my sleep trying to put up a fight Suitcases unpacked laying all over the ground I’m standing there looking at the atrocity All of a sudden blood is pouring all over the ground There’s no stopping it what’s left can’t be found I run in the hotel room and deadbolt the door My boyfriend comes running and looks at me scared I say “don’t go out there, wait until they’re gone away” He helps me wash the blood off my heads feeling light and I’m feeling faint I close my eyes a second and wake up looking at the ceiling of the ambulance and sirens loud in my ears I jolt awake and notice my puddle of tears on my pillow They’re all sound asleep as I crawl out of bed Take a peek around outside to know it’s alright It was only a nightmare as I’m shaking and trying to remember how to breathe I lay back down in bed and take a last look at my loves and know I can go to sleep now and dream of world peace
dreamer_98Great superb lines Wellpenned..keep it up God bless uh...u'll achieve your dream...☺mujhe ak chhoti si help kr dijiye.. subscribe my poetry channel and press bell (link in bio)pleasecheck it.. Thanku so much
mikeanthony@khalidah03 Gosh..that happened around 16 years ago and it has stayed in ur memory all this time..I guess many of can reflect on childhood memories either with fondness..laugher..or pain..It was nice to read this account fron your childhood. Plus i.am sure there May be many other accounts you may post here for us to read and relive that moment with you!
Being nice is a virtue, something which one individual deserves for another. But if you are too nice and are always willing to put others before you , you aren't just nice anymore you are accomodating. That's when people start treating you like a hotel service to get the maximum value from you. Be it your friends or anyone else, put yourself first if you are too nice you will always be stepped upon no matter how pure you heart or intentions may be. #nice#accomodating#person#hotel