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The one who tried to be fashionable, but never quite got it right. Zaza at 7:42 pm. 0 angels shot me.
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2011/07/literally.html
On the top corner. Where they are supposed to go. Theres a beauty spot. On your you know what. I saw right through you. Zaza at 9:37 pm. 0 angels shot me.
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-i-am-back.html
I think I am back. The pain now is distant and dim. Like a shining star? I think I am back. Stronger. And I'll be here for longer. But I am not sure. Zaza at 9:13 pm. 0 angels shot me.
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-some-stylefashion-advice.html
I want some style/fashion advice. desperately. I wish I had a personal stylist. I want some more followers on twitter, please. Its been raining cats and dogs! Zaza at 1:08 pm. 0 angels shot me.
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2011/07/soul-in-my-learning-curve.html
Soul in my learning curve. I am a dreamer. i see things you dont. i can see beneath the obvious; far and beyond. but not to infinity. i will leave that for Buzz Lightyear. i have learnt that not everyone can see things the way i do, and thats fine. I have learnt that there is a lot of soul and energy in my learning curve of life, and this life in my learning curve is increasing everyday. i am more aware. And that is fine. Zaza at 9:24 pm. 0 angels shot me.
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-dare-you-attack-me-from-every-angle.html
How dare you attack me from every angle, knowing it is piercing my broken heart? I sit here with my broken pen and begin to write, knowing we are worlds apart and will never be one, never reunite, never be whole. There is an unexplainable pain, a sadness that I don’t have the words to explain. Why does it not go away when I close my eyes? If you knew would you tell me? Zaza at 12:18 am. 0 angels shot me.
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-when-it-was-time-to-walk-away-you.html
And when it was time to walk away, you ran. Zaza at 10:30 pm. 0 angels shot me.
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2012/05/sunk.html
Feelings that keep attacking you from all angles? Place the pieces of jigsaw where they belong? Sew your seams that have come apart? A combination of all three? Has the ship already sunk? Have you come to find the remains? Zaza at 10:26 pm. 0 angels shot me.
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2011/07/dressing-table-mirror-plates-cups.html
The dressing table mirror,. Plates, cups, saucers,. My glass eye, your sunglasses. My camera, your framed photo. My Phillips shaver, your toothbrush. Your window, my door handle. Your nails, my teeth. The vase with the glass rose. Your laptop, my precious CD’s. Our dog’s back bone,. Darling, sweet darling,. Of all the things you could break,. Why did you break my heart? Zaza at 9:50 pm. 4 angels shot me. At July 07, 2011. This is so beautiful! Please write more. I really really miss this blog :-).
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http://zabcity.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-need-to-be-free.html
I need to be free. Free me, please, from these chains of life. I need to soar, I need to fly. Zaza at 7:38 pm. 0 angels shot me.