Look at the stars Simba

Some moments, make days worth living :)

Life really is what we make it. Sometimes, things ARE about holding and keeping ;)

We imagine flowers to be delicate, when we touch them, they are rough. Same is the story with the human mind. Everything we assume is not as it is. We exaggerate for 'us'

The dew forming on a leaf will never shine like the rising sun, but there are somethings that turn out to be more than what we ever thought would be.

Life, for instance, has a lot of parameters. Variables, all constantly chasing each other with different equations. Its chaotic. Beautifully chaotic :)

Can we go the EXACT same way everyday ? No. Even if we lock ourselves in a room with nothing but blank walls and a depressed mind. Nothing is constant. Nothing, is 'stale'.

Butterflies are delicate, we tend not to harm them. Why is it that only ladybirds are the ones we pick up and play with ?

It is fascinating, how enslaved we are, by our own thoughts and more so, by other's.

' So her charm is no longer bright, but she still shines inside '

" Hold my hand. "

" Why ? "

" Why not ? "

" Will you pull me away ? "

" No, I will lead you "

" To where ? "

" To nothingness "

" Where is nothingness ? "

" Everywhere and nowhere :) "

" How can that be ? "

" Close your eyes.."

" What now ? "

" What do you 'see' ? "

" You "

" Do you really 'see' me ? "

" Yes..I mean no.. Yes.. ! Oh.."

" Told you :) "

What Women Want

I know it is much more than pink fingernails for starters ;)

" Jane can love,

she can hate,

she can run,

'She' can wait. "

For every moment that passes, she pours her soul into her beliefs. For every time she thinks, she thinks not only for her soul. 'Alone time' for a guy is a ' Devil's workshop', for 'Her', it is introspection. She thinks too much, mostly ending up with conflicting thoughts that tear her down.

What does she do now ? How can three lefts not make a right ? Why did Emily betray her trust ? She says she doesn't believe in Love, but falls straight in. Her tears aren't always sad. They speak volumes.

Jane loves the rain, but she is sometimes scared to dance. She may dance alone, let her hair fly with the wind. She may sit down and smile for the tree in the distance is a beautiful red, she may pick up a flower and watch it for hours on end ( ah yes, she isn't 'seeing' ;) )

She laughs at his jokes, though she has a million things at the back of her mind.

She loves to be thought of as a woman, though she ALWAYS wants to go back to being a little girl.

Jane was always a 'woman', even when she was a little girl ;)

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Im trying to tear down her psyche.

I think I'll make your jaw drop :D

Amazing, isn't it ? How the clouds suddenly seem happier and shower the scathing ground with rain ?

Rain so pure and full of happiness that it brings a smile to the weakest man walking in the street, or to the heartbroken teenager locked in his room who looked out the window.

I love the rain :)

7.05.10

" The trees are so awesome. I never noticed ! "

" You didn't ? "

" Had no one to sit down and look up with ;) "

Its amazing how things fall into place, how the best pieces always 'fit' ;)

:D

Some journeys mean more than others :D

1.05.2010

They grew up, we didn't.

I guess we were special, for childhood waits for none to quietly slip away. I feel evolved in remaining a kid.

Peter Pan strikes again. Never-Never Land has its name just right ;)