They twinkle there. I wonder what they think.Some bright, some barely there. So much hope in the vast skies..The silence that somehow speaks back to you. Stuff, pretty dreams are made of. so when I think of calm thoughts.Things that bring me peace I remember the dark blue sky......
and how he shows me the Stars.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Hmmm...your favourite word
So I'm a little sick of it actually.The brooding, the persistent and endless possibilities of Whys and Whats. Of indulging in sickening self-pity and feeling sorry. There's inspiration on better days from least expected places..Blogs for instance and weary memories that drag you down on other days.
Im seriously thinking, everyone should have access to a lobotomy after bad experiences , Cos if the experince itself doesnt kill you, the cursed memories haunt you, for a damn long time.So much so it gets Stifling after a while really!
Sometimes you don't even want them anymore. There's a point you reach and tell yourself, it isnt worth it to simper over it anymore. It wouldnt matter to those u thought mattered, So u want to pick yourself up and move on..but how...Some words scar and some scars are Forever!
Im seriously thinking, everyone should have access to a lobotomy after bad experiences , Cos if the experince itself doesnt kill you, the cursed memories haunt you, for a damn long time.So much so it gets Stifling after a while really!
Sometimes you don't even want them anymore. There's a point you reach and tell yourself, it isnt worth it to simper over it anymore. It wouldnt matter to those u thought mattered, So u want to pick yourself up and move on..but how...Some words scar and some scars are Forever!
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