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Saturday, August 23, 2008

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.

That was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gtave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

I know you want it just as badly as I do. What I don't know is why you can't take a chance on me.

When the government outlaws sex, I will kill the president. I will burn the flag. I will touch you where you need.

Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness, of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.

God knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts. I guess the loneliness came knocking. No one needs to be alone.

The person you end up needing the most is the one you swore you never wanted in the first place.

 


Thursday, August 21, 2008

I'm still alive! And I'm still updating, I promise. With the start of school it's been so busy. I'm going to try and update tonight or tomorrow. Thanks for staying with me.


Saturday, July 26, 2008

I never want to see you unhappy; I thought you'd want the same for me.

Is there a chance, a fragment of light at the end of the tunnel?

I cannot go to the ocean, I cannot drive the streets at night, I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind.

Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?

I'm ill with the thought of your kiss.

Goodbye, my almost lover. Goodbye, my hopeless dream. I'm trying not to think about you. Can't you just let me be?

My back is turned on you. I should have known you'd bring me heartache; almost lovers always do.

The pieces of gold, they light up your eyes. And now we're alone, and now we're alive.

I'll drown in my tear storming sea. That would show you. That would make you hurt like me.

Watching the sky, you're watching a painting. Coming to life, shifting and shaping, staying inside, it all goes by.

So you're gone and I'm haunted. I bet you're just fine.

I've got no claim on you now.

 


Sunday, July 20, 2008

In a midnight talk, in a morning kiss, when I'm in your arms - that's where it is.

The words we share are nothing short of inspired "I love you"s and "I miss you"s across a telephone wire.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

Sometimes the past is too big for the present to hold.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love, you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

Oh surrender is much sweeter when we both let go. Let the water wash our bodies clean and let love wash our souls.

Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too. I wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to.

Maybe I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometimes.

It's almost like you're tied down by her. I see that look in your eye; you want to, but you can't.

 


Sunday, July 13, 2008

Oh, instincts are misleading. You shouldn't think what you're feeling.

And though I know I've already blown more chances than anyone should ever get, all I'm asking is that you don't write me off just yet.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

And my dear, I need you to move a little faster.

You come to me on a summer breeze, keep me warm in your love, and then softly leave.

We sat there, staring into each other's eyes, knowing we both wanted it. But we were scared. We didn't want to mess up some friendship.

Because you're hoping you're wrong. Every time he does something that tells you he's no good, you ignore it. And every time he comes through and surprises you, he wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself - the one that he's not for you.

The saddest part isn't that with each passing day I feel like I need you more, but it's the fact that you don't need me at all.

I don't mean to sound so young and naive, but I think we've found something good.

Stranger things have happened; stranger things have been loved.

 



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