Tuesday, February 21, 2006 . 11:54 AM
i think the scariest thing is answering:if it is not lust then you have to ask yourself again-
so ..what is it?
..my now topic have been long over due (just like my darn library fines)
the topic then is what consitutes love ?
it was a topic i wanted to figure out during v-day.i guess now is better then never
so here goes a short insensitive break down of my million of words.i know it may sound flippant and superfical but there are somethings you have to look deeper for
in the name of love:
-knowing that you'd be there and always try your best to find the other party.being there
-making him/her happy and happier with the little things you do
-remembering to eventually drop all barriers because you finally found some one that is safe
-that there are words underscored and feelings unexpressed but between the two they both know
-being silly every once and awhile.go mad always
-not afraid to say sorry
-protecting the other from harm even from him/herself
-remembering important dates which means alot to the other party
-every movement, buying things, shopping, eating is with her/him in mind.being sensitive
-that when the world falls silent you know where to go
-being happy with just one
-the person brings you laughter even on rainy days
-in the long run, a mellowing of the physical to the metaphy.
-a phonecall to reassure being enough to sooth anything over
-contentment just rotting doing absolute nothing yet feeling that time floats fruitfully
-the difficult goodbye
perphaps i truly am bad at stuff like this
i know fully well that what i just wrote sounds a little one-sided. but then agian that is what going crazy and love is but a one sided affair that you keep your fingers cross the other is going crazy about you too.
when you find that one-
thats when you smile
im not mushy about many things. think ive been called an insensitive prick.. erm..bitch too many a time. i hate thinking about that though.despite being ice, i have lost my mind gone crazy and woke up acting indifferent.but i do care.
too many scars
so its painful when everything else crumbles but i guess no one truly believes me
i think my problem is that when the world does leave me i'll just remain sitting here i just do.
not doing anything
stupid me
yesterday,
my world fell short of alot of my expectations
pain inflation was at its peak
a white book saved me jlt
and now i wake up
i just thank god for white books and blank paper
cover my eyes
mine eyes dazzle -
she died young.
sometimes even the worst of people need rescueing from all forms of maladies of life
even me.
:instead, you promised to run to me:
[headmusic]: dancing in the moonlight
