His soul is so warm ,,, his existence is thick and deep , you can penetrate his horizon with a huge sigh. He is a person ,, he is even a Persona ... Good enough for a novel or a poem ,,, He says cheesy things in a manly tune ,,, he is TRUE ,,, God I wanna cry infinitely ,,, I cant believe that there is a chance that I might read this after a while and look at myself without him ,,, I will hate it then ,,, I already hate everything ,,, I feel so so so weak ,,, so impotent towards fate , towards not having control over the things that mean the most.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Something I wrote a while ago
Sometimes I find things that I wrote and I get surprised by my sudden honesty. Sometimes I write eloquent things just because I love writing , but sometimes I feel that some eloquent texts do Write me ,,, they dictate my true feelings on me and the liberate me from the heaviness of unuttered words.