Oh what light shines through yonder window
For that is the east, and she is the sun
oh rise fair sun, and kill the envious moon
who is pale and sick with grief,
that thou her maid art more fair than she.
torture,
every singleminutesecondhourdaymiliseconditdoesntmatterthatthereisnodifference
Crazy.
I am.
Finished am I.
Oh to taste the forbidden fruit.
Oh to linger one more day, one more minute, one more repetitive key.
One more blogpost.
This time I've got it and I've got it bad.
The way she moves the way she talks the way she laughs the way she fingers her hair, the way she stands the way she sits the way she looks on as I make an idiot out of myself. Tripping, stumbling, flipping, tumbling, clumsy.
Oh but this is crazy.
Oh Ian, thou art screwed, but to keep thine heart away for her for a while would be too much to ask for you. But yet you must, because..
You have to.
And thus dear beloved one you are fated to suffer.
Fated to be in misery.
Fated to gaze from afar, or when that is not possible, you are fated to imagine.
Go ahead imagine.
Falling in love, is stupid.
But you neva gonna hit da jackpot if you dont by da lottery ticket.
And sometimes those tickets get really expensive.
But sometimes those tickets just feel righter.
And sometimes they just look oh so good.
Oh Ian thou art crazy.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight.
For I never saw true beauty till this. Um. Night.
The way she lets her hair fall to one side of her face, looking fixatedly, a slight smile on her lips, looking intently, so not at me.
Ouch.
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Ahhh.....here we go again - Sunday, December 5, 2010 @ 8:52 PM
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Ahhh.....here we go again - Sunday, December 5, 2010 @ 8:52 PM
Oh what light shines through yonder window
For that is the east, and she is the sun oh rise fair sun, and kill the envious moon who is pale and sick with grief, that thou her maid art more fair than she. torture, every singleminutesecondhourdaymiliseconditdoesntmatterthatthereisnodifference Crazy. I am. Finished am I. Oh to taste the forbidden fruit. Oh to linger one more day, one more minute, one more repetitive key. One more blogpost. This time I've got it and I've got it bad. The way she moves the way she talks the way she laughs the way she fingers her hair, the way she stands the way she sits the way she looks on as I make an idiot out of myself. Tripping, stumbling, flipping, tumbling, clumsy. Oh but this is crazy. Oh Ian, thou art screwed, but to keep thine heart away for her for a while would be too much to ask for you. But yet you must, because.. You have to. And thus dear beloved one you are fated to suffer. Fated to be in misery. Fated to gaze from afar, or when that is not possible, you are fated to imagine. Go ahead imagine. Falling in love, is stupid. But you neva gonna hit da jackpot if you dont by da lottery ticket. And sometimes those tickets get really expensive. But sometimes those tickets just feel righter. And sometimes they just look oh so good. Oh Ian thou art crazy. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight. For I never saw true beauty till this. Um. Night. The way she lets her hair fall to one side of her face, looking fixatedly, a slight smile on her lips, looking intently, so not at me. Ouch. |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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