Saturday, February 21, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore.
I'm almost positive these days are leading somewhere! It's as though someone's started a countdown and the days become a little more restless. My usual 14-16 hours awake each day seem to weigh heavier with purpose.
Perhaps...perhaps it has something to do with spending my days with you. Perhaps because I write to you and I feel the change.
Perhaps I am in love.
Yet I'm stirred to believe that my anticipation and restless spirit is more than just being in love, as consuming as love is. Something's happening around me. I notice it in those around me, as this world collapses in the natural and unexplainable. Perhaps again, it is just my perception and/or my imagination running circles around my open mind.
But I want never to be hopeless or helpless ever again. I want to shed this skin of weak resolve and selfish intent. I want to feel your hurt, except rather than being crippled by it, use it to fuel my fight.
Gossip's such a pathetic snake, it's shameful to think it could do so much harm.
Perhaps...perhaps it has something to do with spending my days with you. Perhaps because I write to you and I feel the change.
Perhaps I am in love.
Yet I'm stirred to believe that my anticipation and restless spirit is more than just being in love, as consuming as love is. Something's happening around me. I notice it in those around me, as this world collapses in the natural and unexplainable. Perhaps again, it is just my perception and/or my imagination running circles around my open mind.
But I want never to be hopeless or helpless ever again. I want to shed this skin of weak resolve and selfish intent. I want to feel your hurt, except rather than being crippled by it, use it to fuel my fight.
Gossip's such a pathetic snake, it's shameful to think it could do so much harm.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I wish I had a better camera.
Wonderful, I didn't want to put you down. You simultaneously broke my heart and healed it over.
...let them sing, let them dance, let them forever be free. You are beautiful. You all.
Thank you.
Monday, February 09, 2009
5 days away from the awkward day.
It amuses me much, that we should uplift the celebration of St. Valentine, who according to wikipedia, "upon rejection by his mistress was so heartbroken that he took a knife to his chest and sent her his still-beating heart as a token of his undying love for her. "
So whilst my friends exchange lovenotes and find dates for the ridiculous day, I hope I receive none. Perhaps because I am a critic, or a cynic or both, or perhaps still, sore. But I will most likely spend the day with a selection of my finest friends, laughing at the extraordinary prices of the flower market and entertaining gimmicks. Most likely finish the day with a sigh, and without complication (one could hope).
So to my dears without a valentine on arm, how much harm can one sickly sweet day render our cleared heads? And to all with a valentine, cheers to you and happy spending!
It amuses me much, that we should uplift the celebration of St. Valentine, who according to wikipedia, "upon rejection by his mistress was so heartbroken that he took a knife to his chest and sent her his still-beating heart as a token of his undying love for her. "
So whilst my friends exchange lovenotes and find dates for the ridiculous day, I hope I receive none. Perhaps because I am a critic, or a cynic or both, or perhaps still, sore. But I will most likely spend the day with a selection of my finest friends, laughing at the extraordinary prices of the flower market and entertaining gimmicks. Most likely finish the day with a sigh, and without complication (one could hope).
So to my dears without a valentine on arm, how much harm can one sickly sweet day render our cleared heads? And to all with a valentine, cheers to you and happy spending!
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