Saturday, April 18, 2009
love always hopes.
what if you don't have the strength to hope anymore? what if you fall once you hear the word love, and close your eyes trying to block every insignia of its existence? what if you're just too hurt to keep on hoping?
is it not love then? is love all perfect and everything right?
sometimes when you fall, you need all the strength and all the hope to believe that there's someone who'll catch you and when they're not there, you're left to stand up by yourself
8. love is everything beautiful, and ugly at the same time.
attempting to forget is really hard and i've been keeping myself busy with writing, homework, piano and taking pictures of socks. it's a little thing i'd like to call confining, and once again running away from what i could've done or still do. it's never too late, but i can't tell him, he won't understand, maybe it was all meant to be this way. just me alone with a thousand secrets that i wish i could tell.
one of my favorite socks picture:
what if you don't have the strength to hope anymore? what if you fall once you hear the word love, and close your eyes trying to block every insignia of its existence? what if you're just too hurt to keep on hoping?
is it not love then? is love all perfect and everything right?
sometimes when you fall, you need all the strength and all the hope to believe that there's someone who'll catch you and when they're not there, you're left to stand up by yourself
8. love is everything beautiful, and ugly at the same time.
attempting to forget is really hard and i've been keeping myself busy with writing, homework, piano and taking pictures of socks. it's a little thing i'd like to call confining, and once again running away from what i could've done or still do. it's never too late, but i can't tell him, he won't understand, maybe it was all meant to be this way. just me alone with a thousand secrets that i wish i could tell.
one of my favorite socks picture:
i love you most ardently, 12:07 PM.
