SHE`S NOT THE TYPE OF GIRL TO WAIT BY THE PHONE..
SHE WONT CRY; SHE KNOWS IT'LL GET HER NOWHERE.
SHE'LL LAUGH A LOT AND OFTEN.
AND SHE'LL LIVE HER OWN LIFE..
SHE'D LIKE YOU TO BE A PART OF IT..
BUT SHE'LL DO JUST FINE WITHOUT YOU...
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
STAY?
Off to the land so far,
I try to dance
under the mirth of the stars.
While my heart freezes
to the coldness of your own,
you steal the liberty
I once have known.
How can I not long
to fly yet again,
when all I hear in your song
is a descending refrain?
How can I not learn
to despise the truth
of knowing you?
Now I am both scared
to stay
or to let go.
I try to dance
under the mirth of the stars.
While my heart freezes
to the coldness of your own,
you steal the liberty
I once have known.
How can I not long
to fly yet again,
when all I hear in your song
is a descending refrain?
How can I not learn
to despise the truth
of knowing you?
Now I am both scared
to stay
or to let go.
Monday, July 20, 2009
MUCH ADO ABOUT LOVE
Love is physiologic. Because the body and mind are a unit, bound together via messenger molecules. The blushing, the butterflies in the stomach, the knees turning jelly, are undeniable proof. Primarily, everything is a mental event, and then messages are transmitted though the heart -- believed to be the seat of all emotions.
I believe that love only becomes spiritual when there's a true commitment involved; when one is willing to deny himself for the welfare of someone he loves; when eternity doesn't become scary, but something to be excited about; when reason starts to defy understanding.
Well, this is somewhat complicated. Love per se. That's why we sometimes refuse to admit that we're in love because we always fear the things that we don't understand.
But is love really something to be understood? As for me I tried it so many times -- dissecting it, analyzing it. I didn't end up to be a love expert, though. I only got close to wanting to enter hermitage.
"When you live in your heart, magic happens." I read this somewhere and it instantly brought me to my younger days when falling in love brought me to a fairytale land, and love was a magic wand that made everything possible.
I want to live in my heart again. I want to experience love both physiologic and spiritual. I have to work my way back to that fairytale land, work my way back to being a happy person -- thinking less, loving more.
If I cannot do that soon, I might as well order myself a coffin.
I believe that love only becomes spiritual when there's a true commitment involved; when one is willing to deny himself for the welfare of someone he loves; when eternity doesn't become scary, but something to be excited about; when reason starts to defy understanding.
Well, this is somewhat complicated. Love per se. That's why we sometimes refuse to admit that we're in love because we always fear the things that we don't understand.
But is love really something to be understood? As for me I tried it so many times -- dissecting it, analyzing it. I didn't end up to be a love expert, though. I only got close to wanting to enter hermitage.
"When you live in your heart, magic happens." I read this somewhere and it instantly brought me to my younger days when falling in love brought me to a fairytale land, and love was a magic wand that made everything possible.
I want to live in my heart again. I want to experience love both physiologic and spiritual. I have to work my way back to that fairytale land, work my way back to being a happy person -- thinking less, loving more.
If I cannot do that soon, I might as well order myself a coffin.
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