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Friday, June 27, 2014
Freeze
Posting something and backing out because I'm chicken shit like that. My drafts are full of promise, but I do not want to cross where lines are drawn. I'd love to have my thoughts published, know people feel the same way so I don't get weirded out or doubt myself. I'm always telling myself that "it's okay, it's normal." I'm way over the age limit for a qurter life crisis and I am not under crisis! I wish my thoughts would cooperate. However reality is a bitch. And boy am I stubborn. Living in my make-believe seems to be a way to cope out of something... out of life. But of course, it's only temporary. Oh how I'd rather live in a book, a poem, a song. I wish someone could immortalize me even my momentary weakness, or temporary glory.
Ellie Goulding, Hope and Closure
Explosions.
"It's okay to be afraid, but it will never be the same."
It baffles me how 1 song can and actually explain the entirety of what I feel. I am never the same, ever. Hope is a killer- it's an opium to the weary and the naïve, the gullible. Hope is a double-edged sword , a relentless reminder of why we have wonderful uncertainties and the reason we fall. As they say, too much of something is not good for you. If that's the case, hope should be banned and/ or should come at a price.
"Your intentions were gold..."
I wished we're all born with signal readers, radars or whatever you might want to call it. We come across different people not knowing the purpose and/or intention why they came or stayed. In the end, we're left wondering how we allowed what shouldn't have happened or blocked out what could've been better for us. We're left with a thirst nothing books, nor songs, nor poetry can quench. We then forget... or so we think, until something or someone reminds of what that felt like and it creates a certain hunger within us. We hunger for answers we actually know; we hunger for explanations that need not be said. We hunger for closure... closure that didn't happen for a reason.
"It's okay to be afraid, but it will never be the same."
It baffles me how 1 song can and actually explain the entirety of what I feel. I am never the same, ever. Hope is a killer- it's an opium to the weary and the naïve, the gullible. Hope is a double-edged sword , a relentless reminder of why we have wonderful uncertainties and the reason we fall. As they say, too much of something is not good for you. If that's the case, hope should be banned and/ or should come at a price.
"Your intentions were gold..."
I wished we're all born with signal readers, radars or whatever you might want to call it. We come across different people not knowing the purpose and/or intention why they came or stayed. In the end, we're left wondering how we allowed what shouldn't have happened or blocked out what could've been better for us. We're left with a thirst nothing books, nor songs, nor poetry can quench. We then forget... or so we think, until something or someone reminds of what that felt like and it creates a certain hunger within us. We hunger for answers we actually know; we hunger for explanations that need not be said. We hunger for closure... closure that didn't happen for a reason.
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