Here, for the first time ever, I have developed a guide for those who seek answers to relationship decision making. I am writing this on the spot, fresh out of my mind, so.. the answers may seem... hmm.... 'fuzzy'.
Lets begin.
Start by going somewhere where you can think. Where you can be by yourself (whether it be in a crowded shopping mall, or in a closet with the lights off) Somewhere, where you can ignore the world around you, as you watch it move.
Understanding the world, is so complicated, because we, as humans, overcomplicate things. "Why do birds fly?" 'Because they have wings.' "Well why do birds have wings?" 'So they can fly.'
Controlling every thing in sight,
Feeling weak I don't feel right.
Telling me I have to change;
Telling me to act my age.
But if all that I can do,
is just sit and watch life go,
then I'll have to say
'Goodbye'
Life's too short to watch it fly.
Breathe deeply.
What do you see..?
There is your answer. The infinite complexities of life, unlocked inside a smile.
I wish I knew what to do. I'm not even writing in my regular journal, just so I don't worry the people that know me closest. But here, I'll just worry people that don't even know me... heh.. then again, if they don't know me, they probably won't worry.. yes?
I... I think i should actually continue from where I left off.. so many years ago, before it all began, before I quit in search of love. ...perhaps... perhaps I should just let go of love, and return to my original self. Maybe not quite 'true' ...but original.
I still want to know the origins of the things I know, the things I see... but... I guess I'm just hoping for the cliche ending.. where I just simply stop thinking about them, and they go away.
Heh.. I'm such a stereotype, but then again... in our hearts, aren't we all..? There are only so many distinct charictaristic
....anyway... I'm checking into a gun store... see how I can budget my money.
Answers take time.
And I always get my answers,
Time is not important.
I bet she wished she listened to Christina.
I bet she wishes she didn't listen to her heart.
Every time that they draw near,
I cannot help but simply fall apart.
The words that I was given were never truly real,
Imagination's slight of hand: an easy magic trick.
Foolish eyes that blind the heart,
show just how we feel.
But inner sanctums show us now, how true the truth can be.
A hollow heart on hallowed ground:
waiting to beat free.
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts.
Shall beat that new felt flame.