Tuesday, June 16, 2009
and beauty like wisdom loves the lonely worshiper- oscar wilde; the young king
i feel an obligation to write, not because i have to, but really, because i want to.
sometimes i wish that someone would understand,
but it's really hard i guess to mend what is mangled.
everything broken can always be fix, maybe it's just not that easy.
i like to take out all the clothes i have and match them up with each other.
this makes me feel like i have all the time in the world, and there really is no better feeling than that. sometimes i wonder why i do all the incomprehensible, but these things might be the only things that keeps me sane, or so i have come to realize.
i'm tired of writing what i want to happen under the names of characters that will forever only remain figments of my imagination. for once i want to be able to write my own story. the story of my life. something different. not gray. something purple, pink, orange, green.
i want to live in surprises, in a reality that does not break, where hearts do not get mangled.
when i break, i want someone to put all the pieces together and hold me, just hold me.
everyone has a broken heart, which breaks in their very own ways.
and it is extremely shallow to associate heartbreaks only with romantic love,
because people's hearts break for a million different reasons, which always comes back to one thing,
when it is broken, where do you go?
to which i can only say, i still don't have the answer.
but i'm definitely trying, and it's day by day :)
the best way out is always through- robert frost
tell yourself this everyday, it works.
i feel an obligation to write, not because i have to, but really, because i want to.
sometimes i wish that someone would understand,
but it's really hard i guess to mend what is mangled.
everything broken can always be fix, maybe it's just not that easy.
i like to take out all the clothes i have and match them up with each other.
this makes me feel like i have all the time in the world, and there really is no better feeling than that. sometimes i wonder why i do all the incomprehensible, but these things might be the only things that keeps me sane, or so i have come to realize.
i'm tired of writing what i want to happen under the names of characters that will forever only remain figments of my imagination. for once i want to be able to write my own story. the story of my life. something different. not gray. something purple, pink, orange, green.
i want to live in surprises, in a reality that does not break, where hearts do not get mangled.
when i break, i want someone to put all the pieces together and hold me, just hold me.
everyone has a broken heart, which breaks in their very own ways.
and it is extremely shallow to associate heartbreaks only with romantic love,
because people's hearts break for a million different reasons, which always comes back to one thing,
when it is broken, where do you go?
to which i can only say, i still don't have the answer.
but i'm definitely trying, and it's day by day :)
the best way out is always through- robert frost
tell yourself this everyday, it works.
i love you most ardently, 11:02 PM.
