how much i may know otherwise, a part of me has always believed life has no real meaning, until you get to share it with someone, maybe thats what i'm afraid of, my life suddenly taking on meaning, or suddenly being avoid of it..
The idea that when people come together, they stay together. I have to take that with me when I'm going to bed at night, Even if I'm going to bed alone. Going to bed alone, only means i haven't found it yet. Cause the truth is, when I think back of my loneliest moments, there was usually somebody sitting there next to me.
Love is my absolute strongest belive in the world..The dream of it is what keeps me breathing...I'm just not sure if I have the strenght of getting involved with it anymore. Cause truth to be told, if i as much as get a hint of feelings for someone, i feel like escaping to the end of the world
Maybe I've become immune to love?
Maybe my belive of it being everything is just ment to stay a belive..Maybe I've been putting to much faith in it, i'm not even capeble of recognize it...
I mean, would a beliver acctually belive they're seeing God if he came down to visit?
..Now here I am, the victim of my own choices. And I'm just starting.
I just can't believe my life. One minute it's going okay, good I mean... as good as my life can get, then the unconscious knocks me completely off my feet.
And even if I did get past all my problems, I'm just gonna get out and get new ones.
But I like being a mess. It's who I am.
The real truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content. Because, then what? I actually like the quest, the search. That's the fun. The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to.
What do you know? I'm having a great time and I don't even know it yet..
Maybe I'm just embarrassed for being so incomplete
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