Monday, December 18, 2006
to feel for someone and to actually strive to make that someone happy. to build a mutual understanding. to make dreams come true. where have all these instincts run off to? something was lost in the last emotional disaster that occurred.
in fact. more than just something. a whole part of life was taken and buried deep in some mystical abyss of hatred and darkness, just waiting to be dug out and its true glory uncovered once again. numerous attempts to reach it have failed and yet the attempts continue.
anger and pain aside, the yearning to feel the same way all those months and years ago struggles to break through and resurface.
what was it like to love? what was it like to feel for a person and take pleasure in just that person's happiness or even his/her mere appearance? what was it like to make passes? to dangerously flirt with the possibility that it might all work out?
no it has not been forgotten. vague though it is, it is still remembered. and the feeling thoroughly savoured. the desire burns. the heart was weak. but not anymore. not if the possibility of happiness hangs loose on the balance.
My Affection. Steadfast. Authentic.
i wish upon the rain.
and the world spits on me again
in fact. more than just something. a whole part of life was taken and buried deep in some mystical abyss of hatred and darkness, just waiting to be dug out and its true glory uncovered once again. numerous attempts to reach it have failed and yet the attempts continue.
anger and pain aside, the yearning to feel the same way all those months and years ago struggles to break through and resurface.
what was it like to love? what was it like to feel for a person and take pleasure in just that person's happiness or even his/her mere appearance? what was it like to make passes? to dangerously flirt with the possibility that it might all work out?
no it has not been forgotten. vague though it is, it is still remembered. and the feeling thoroughly savoured. the desire burns. the heart was weak. but not anymore. not if the possibility of happiness hangs loose on the balance.
My Affection. Steadfast. Authentic.
i wish upon the rain.
and the world spits on me again
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THE DARKER SIDE OF ME;
-6:24 PM-
THE DARKER SIDE OF ME;
-6:24 PM-