Sunday, June 13, 2004

When you read novels, watch tv or movies, love is shown as being beautiful. They play up on how the world is a better place when you're in love and how its all nice and perfect. But how true is any of it? Is love as beautiful as it is shown?
Does it really exist in this messed up world? Does it happen in real life and not just in reel life?
Part of me wants to believe it. That it actually exists. That there is actually someone out there for me.
But there's the other part of me who dont think that will happen, especially for someone like me.
Hmmm... i dont even know why i'm talking about this...
must be watching too much vcds...
but seriously, is love for real or just something that is concocted up to be all warm and fuzzy so that humans have something to dream of and yearn for?
I guess its something people have been trying to figure that out for centuries...
or i might be wrong.. maybe its just me...

The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See, you got no say at all

Every time I turn around
I think I've got it all figured out
My heart keeps callin' and I keep on fallin'
Over and over again
The sad story always ends the same
Me standin' in the pourin' rain
It seems no matter what I do
It tears my heart in two

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6/13/2004 01:39:00 AM
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.The Writer.

I love standing in the rain, letting the feel of raindrops caress feverish skin, letting it wash away my thoughts, worries and pain. I love the feel of sand between my toes, the cool wind whispering in my ear, the soothing sound of the sea, the warmth of a hug. I love anything vintage, historical, mysterious and magical. I like to laugh, I like freedom and happiness, I like the idea of romance, being swept off my feet and happy endings. I currently have no idea where i'm going but i know i'll get where i'm suppose to be in due time. I want things i cant have, I dream of things that can never be but i'm too afraid to leave the things i'm familiar with even when i know i'm adaptable to change. I can be the person you love or hate, like or loath, admire or envy. I am not perfect,
I am just me.