My Other Blog Is A Mercedes

If you're wondering where I am, look where I've been. Attempting to collect my thoughts, I end up walking around aimlessly; only to feed on the fantasy of my night's dream. You can gaze into my eyes, but you'll see, I'm long gone. We dance to the monotone music in the same rhythmic pattern society has forced us upon. Left, Right, Left, Turn. No spontaneity, our souls will soon fade away; as we go through the motions, our bodies become a lifeless form. You can present a solution: but know this dance is killing me. We are deserving of a tango, instead of a waltz, but as soon as you learn the steps, the pattern will repeat. My solution: either stop dancing and enjoy the walk or left, right, left, turn.

Human touch is a powerful thing- and yet, it’s the very thing you should forget. Choose. Re-construct a love that’s lost or start over with the pieces left behind. You can’t keep the past in your imaginary world. Too soon, you will find that his love was never real. So in this pit filled with blame, regret and loneliness, figure out whether you’re going to change to be at a standstill for the rest of your existence. The right words won’t be heard; a tender kiss won’t be felt, until the universe takes control. Don't be controlled by the memories of a better love, for the past passes us for a reason.

Wow, I was an annoying sappy little teenager- Found this on an old site, I wrote this in 2007. Trying to disguise pulse of my fast-beating heart is like stopping the rain from falling down today. The only thing that makes my life fall into place is this cold September morning, watching you look right past me. Not a glimpse, not a stare, not a touch, not a feeling will make you notice that I'm even here, concealing my fast-beating heart and undeniable intentions. Wishing this wish, I can feel my heart break in two. At least now you cant hurt my pride, for how can you break my heart when it wasn't even whole to start with? So no longer wishful thinking, goodbye love.. or lust, who even knows anymore.