What you don't see with your eyes, don't witness with your mouth;
Monday, June 22, 2009 @ 9:10 PM
Young girl, don't cry.

"Don't you miss who you used to be?"

How am i?


I've been having bewildering thoughts wandering around in my mind. Colliding with one another and I'm not speaking on behalf of one thought if you noticed the "s". The uncountable astounding nights out with the people who makes me laugh just can't seen to overcome my "blue-flunk" feelings, it keeps coming back eventhough how hard I try to push it away, to block my mind from thinking about it [ inserts equal sign and an opening bracket here ] At one time my heart wants me to be happy, and at one point, it brings me down, unexpectedly. My heart is not broken, I'm not quite sure if it is. It's like in a moment of time, you are beyond happy, and just one, one thought encounter your mind, your whole state of mind suddenly accomodate. How it confuses me so much, because something in me is upset. Could it be love? Because no, no, I am not in love. How can I be? am I?

It's a silly thing how Love can twist your heart, your head, your mind and your feelings. How one thought it was the source to happiness, but it is what makes you cry in the end. It is what makes you laugh but upsets you in the end. It is a word one uses but doesn't actually know the real meaning to it, and after all that, it becomes just a word. How one can love to love, but in the end complains and hate love. How love can change one life but in the end realised, you are still on the same path. How you thought it was because of love why you cherish a person, but in the end it's just a word, a very strong word to use that might hurt the significant other. Maybe you thought it's not love, because you think, if it's love, then why is it hurting me, why is it so painful. How love can actually be the meaning to lyour ife, but in the end you realised that it's all....... empty.

So.. tell me, what is love? Because..
I don't know where to begin Or where to go from here?

My mind is too stubborn to be devoted to what my heart says.



... and now I have no more interest in carring on the sentence.


Thats how I am doing;
all hearts are meant to be broken.
( P/s: I still care. )