the whimsy
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We’ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I’ll drop a line
Fall in the grave I’ve been digging myself,
But there’s room for two
Six feet under the stars
my hand in yours,
differences are of no significance
with you by my side,it's fulfillment
nothing else i'd need,your love suffices
the me
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the reason the sun shines
he who walks so the earth can spin
counted to infinity, and square-rooted it
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
In every break up...
whoever initiated; whatever triggered,
You get over the heartbreak but you never really quite forget.
And those times when the pangs hit you,
it feels like you've got the wind knocked out of you;
you try to breathe but all that your body lets in is a dull ache.
Your fixation on healing wounds inevitably, just sometimes, blinds you from
how you're hereof blessed with a greater love, one who attempts to capture
all the pains of having ever lived in a lie in the secret world.
This is a man who knows he has a part to play in changing what has happened.
And no matter the minority of his part,
or the entirety all at the same time,
he will go to the ends of the earth to make sure your heart will no longer hold that dull ache of longing, of possible delusive irony,
that your heart will never cry those lonely tears your eyes would not allow.
And even if they do, he wants to be the one who will hold you close,
kiss you on the forehead
and chase the boo-hoos away.
Then you realize,
it's alright to cry.
But you don't want to cry with anybody else but him,
because even at your lowest of lows,
him with his expressive eyebrows crinkled with bittersweetness,
he says, "sayang, don't cry."
And you realise, then, there is nothing to cry about, again.
"Each friend represents a world in us,
a world possibly not born until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
- Anais Nin
