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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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my life should be documented in a book.
Pulling out old blogposts is an incredible thing. Its not as bitter an act as it used to be, but its magical, in a way, almost ethereal to feel like you're in another body, another soul; reading is like being mirrored into words, a doppelganger of a life lived in a dreamlike state. And it makes me realize that no matter how sad I was then, I was actually quite happy. "I am finally alive, and I know thousands would be echoing my words at this moment. Because these, these are the crucial years. These, these are the years of change, of new hope, of chances. We, as in the entire world (just count them), are in this together. Despite circumstance, we are all facing the same thing, the same emotions, the same struggle, the same people, the same hope, the same yearning. You've heard it before, these are the best years of our lives. You know why? Because these are the worst. These are first lethargic steps you take before you run. How long will it take for you to realise you love to run?" - 18/06/07 It made me wish that I was more grateful of the things I had, the people who had come my way, and especially grateful for myself. What potential I had, what spirit and worth I actually possessed that I was never able to see. It made me wish that I had stood up for what I wanted more, to tell people that I could be and will be so much happier without the shit people gave me, instead of subjecting myself to what I believed was better than what I deserved. Yet, I wished I dreamt the way I did before, believed in the world so much more, and struggled with so much more vigour because I knew there was so much more. Now I'm not sure. Its a state of being tossed, yet resigned in the calms, knowing yet not caring. I care less nowadays. I'm losing the motivation for effort. |