I woke up shaking, because my closed eyes brought me back next to you. In that house by the ocean where we had our breakfasts watching the clear
blue skies.
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Truth is......
No one really gives a damn. Gotta depend on yourself and make your own dreams come true. Be brave, pick up those water colours and just spray them at the world!
Fear
I cannot function, because his words are ringing in my head.
I am terrified, because I could be that devil with all the wrong thoughts in my head.
I am terrified, because I could be that devil with all the wrong thoughts in my head.
Monday, March 07, 2011
Perfectionism
If there's only one thing that makes you unhappy in your life, what will you do?
Make it right? Or chuck it out into the trash can?
Make it right? Or chuck it out into the trash can?
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Lucky clovers wither too
I've always felt I'm blessed, I've been showered with God's love and happy-looking lucky clovers for just about all of my life.
Yet today, I sit here and ponder. Perhaps I'm leaving my heart in wrong hands, maybe I'm piercing a saber into my own heart, that it might be time to say goodbye.
But the foolishly stubborn me clings onto to the last glimmer of hope..which is silently fading.....
Yet today, I sit here and ponder. Perhaps I'm leaving my heart in wrong hands, maybe I'm piercing a saber into my own heart, that it might be time to say goodbye.
But the foolishly stubborn me clings onto to the last glimmer of hope..which is silently fading.....
Sunday, February 06, 2011
What do you do?
What do you do when you've nothing to say? I should learn to keep silent when no words come to mind, when you seem like nothing more than a familiar face in the crowd.
Grand expectations
A dream home is no more than a physical space if its foundation is not made of love, if it ain't filled with two people in love.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Closing up
Flowers bloom only to see the withering days ahead.
All these years, I've said too much and put too much of my heart on my sleeves. It's time to keep silent, and let my dewy petals close up like those timid little touch-me-nots.
All these years, I've said too much and put too much of my heart on my sleeves. It's time to keep silent, and let my dewy petals close up like those timid little touch-me-nots.
Living in a bubble
My bubble makes the world look brighter. The grass looks greener and the sky always stays a pastel shade of pale blue.
Every once in awhile, someone comes with a needle, and bursts my little bubble. Water rushes in, and drowns me. The truth overtakes and forces me to live in reality. Humans aren't honest, everyone loves themselves the most, nothing lasts forever, you can only trust yourself.
This is not the world I want to live in. I want to live in a world built with love, even if it takes all of me.
Every once in awhile, someone comes with a needle, and bursts my little bubble. Water rushes in, and drowns me. The truth overtakes and forces me to live in reality. Humans aren't honest, everyone loves themselves the most, nothing lasts forever, you can only trust yourself.
This is not the world I want to live in. I want to live in a world built with love, even if it takes all of me.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Hello me
I thought of the old me today, and missed her a little. So here I am, with a lovely bouquet of white peonies, just to say hello.
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