On life.
I think a lot about life, and so about death. It won’t leave my mind the fact that it does not matter what you had accomplished or built, you are going to die. No matter how much you devote yourself to something, someday the string is detached. Those filled with vain might want to build something that last forever, and the spiritualists might devote their lifetime to others and believe they changed the world. Some will try hard to make no mistake, some will fuck it up from the moment they were given birth to the last breath they take. What I am trying to say here, well, it’s pretty cliché, but a cliché is a cliché for some reason. Enjoy the moment, enjoy this second, this is your life. Maybe we get so worried about what we leave behind that we are missing something else. What? Everything. Everything that is out there yet to be seen and everyone that you have yet to meet. Quit trying to be imortal, live a fulfilling life, and this shall be enough.
[written by B]
+The boy I loved a couple years ago.
It was never that clear to me what you really meant to me. I tried to make you perfect and failed miserable. I tried to make you evil, but never got even close. I tried to make you a friend, but we were never friends. I tried to make it passion, but we were never lovers. I tried to call it drama, but it only felt rational. I tried to make it past, but i couldn’t find memories. I tried to put it off for the future, but i couldn’t let you go today. You are on my mind, you got to my heart, you’re not by my side. I miss you.
[written by B]
+Love
Unrequited love, unfulfilled love, broken hearts. Not happy love. Love that hurts, that is impossible, that kind of love. Me? I’m far from being in love, but isn’t reading about all this love stories so great? I mean, I will know i found love when i had to fight for it and i did not give up in the middle of the fight. Easy love is just not love.
[written by B]
+Poetry
I love reading amateur poetry. I love writing it. It’s so lame and stupid that it gets fun. The magic about it is that either people will get it and love it - and when that happens you laugh at them for taking it too serious, or they will hate it and called you emo/gay - so you can say they are heartless and know nothing about art.
[written by B]
+Questions
How to clean champagne out of silk? How much a cab at 5am from Daslu to home really should cost me? Is always losing my keys normal? Can I sleep in that couch next to the elevator when I do so? Can we know when we really like someone’s company or we are just trying to? Is enough ever really enough? Does anyone sticks with that one-drink-an-hour rule? Is there such thing as dancing too much? Why does some fun-at-the-moment stuff sounds obscene the next day? Does the party happen annually? Why kissing is so fun? And why aren’t we free to do it with whoever feels right whenever feels right? Is it wrong? Do we dress-up for boys, girls or really just ourselves? Does make-up make us look better or fake? Should we be pleased when guys call us delicious? Does the “You look beautiful tonight” line was really ever said? Did they ever meant it? Is there a hierarchy for friendships? Or If I cherish someone more is because i do not really cherish the other? Is it just respect then? Are we ever gonna find out all the answers to our questions? Or will we just find new questions?
[written by B]
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