December 2011
10 posts
The girls, they grew up. The boys, they, too, grew up. On and on we surf, we ride the waves of time. Blissfully, but not entirely. Hurt, but not entirely. There they are, the next line, the siblings, the youngsters, the continual; so close, yet so far. Time, slow down. I want to stay young, for just a little bit more.
“Can we just go back and stay young? Just like that, the way we were. Just like...”
– December 17th 2011.
All this time, I convinced myself to believe there was nothing palpable, only swift desires and blood-driven flesh. There was more, after all. There was some meaning to the hurt, to the insecurities, and to the denial. I sent my anger away. I gave up on thoughts of being special. I toughened myself up, without actually knowing how. I kept quiet. I stayed true. Instinctively, I made myself...
So cute.
So cute, so cute, so cute. :”)
Oh please, don’t give me that crap. Don’t tell me I’m cold-hearted when I finally came to realize there is a world out of you and me. Don’t you dare tell me I did not try hard enough. Don’t give me your excuses, your promises. Your words are treacherous; your criticism, abstract. We won’t be that way ever again, so don’t go there. Let’s just live...
“I should stop entertaining myself with thoughts of revenge.”
“For one to be happy, another must despair.”
– 12/06/11
