step into my insanity...
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I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect.
Everyone needs to stop breaking everything down into their ugliest parts and explaining things.
don’t see things for each microscopic atom that makes itself into something so much larger.
Whoever made them, made them impossible to see, so obviously they aren't meant to be. try to go places that you’ve never been allowed to, to see things that no one else ever has.
Fact is, we will die. But the goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
something like a landmark, a piece of art, or even just a memory, as long as you get credit.
society is making an ideal picture that i don’t want to be apart of.-Crystal Bassous
LifeLove
Saturday, January 24, 2009
It suddenly hit me how life seems plays itself out. I always had this thing that when we all go to heaven, God will smile at us and say "funny stuff eh?" as if life was only a soap opera in which he wrote the script.
There's never any explanation for anything that happens in life, which is very confusing. Everyone says, 'everything happens for a reason', but you can never figure out that reason can you? Not even if you spend your entire life trying to figure it out.
So that is why I have stopped analysing the very day we met. Instead I just remember and reminisce over and over again. I remember sitting in class and hearing your voice speak your own name, the letters rolling off your tongue. I had to turn around and see what you looked like, I just had to.
The moment our eyes met, your brown eyes dark and chocolate, it made my mouth water, and I wanted you from that very moment. You smiled a quirky smile, extended your hand and introduced yourself, "I'm Terrence" you said, and of course, I had swallowed my tongue and forgotten my name. Of all the time in the world, there did not seem enough in that class, but at the end of the day, you had found my locker and walked me to my bus, and told me you'd see me tomorrow.
That day is one I cannot forget no matter how much I try to. Why had we met? Was it fate that had put us in the same class? Or was it just coincidence? Why was it that your voice made me shiver with pleasure when you spoke your own name? And why was it that your eyes, your smile, you made me melt where I stood.
You hear people talking about their first love, and the many loves after that, but I cannot see myself loving anyone else but you...if only you could see it. It drives me insane not knowing how you feel and I hate myself for not having the courage to tell you.
Does love mean anything these days though? People throw each other aside as if they had felt nothing for them since the beginning, this life is all about getting what you want, but in this case, I only want you, and it's silly that I can't have you because of my own fears. I am the only thing holding me back, if that makes sense.
Sometimes I see you staring at me, and I blush and turn away from your gaze, and don't glance back. Sometimes you try to make me laugh even when I am not talking to you. Do you want my attention Terrence? Do you feel the same way? Does anything I do make you melt at the sight of me?
Questions that may forever go unanswered,
Z.
