Incendiary Breath
With animosity, I return. I search for hidden remarks in your notes and journal. For the most part I don't find anything. So I leave only to return again.
This cycle is what I like to call: The perpetual cycle of a poor-driven infatuation's inevitable demise, only to be revived (by definition of a cycle)
Broken down and spelled out for the slow-to-read, that means:
a cycle, that is forever,
in which a quest of love driven by a heart's unlikely desires, (such as momentary feelings and emotions/ unsubstantially material wants)
is bound to die because it's driven by all that love shouldn't be
Yet infatuation is thick and potent, my ultimate guess-and-check method doesn't pertain here, stubbornly I try again.
And so the cycle abides.
The definition of insanity: "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result."
-A. Einstein
Now listen, I have many theories pertaining to love and relationships, and most girls know this because I have made it painstakingly manifest that the basis of my character is just that. A man of love by way of an almost scientific method. This notion however... This logic-based notion of me and you I'm doubtably pointing my finger to, is one of the few I feel so uncertain towards, I disregard it as safe to assume.
Why am I unsure, yet I've lived by this rulebook for all the months you've been gone?
It is the only logical thing left I have to follow by. I've run out of theories and notions to save me.
So yes... I am openly admitting:
"Too much head, but too little heart oh honey
I want your touch, such a shame that I am numb honey
Not meant to be this way..." -Closure In Moscow "Sweet#hart"
Mind over heart, heart over mind. Which way to go? By heartbreak I've learned to ignore my heart... but with you... it makes me question all I've learned.
That leaves me right here... 9-20-09 9:45 A.M. Lost and clueless. As if this were the first time acknowledging that there's more guidance in life than just from unstably built results by experimental method: "Guess-and-check" My little girl, things are hard now. I'll need you to watch over me now more than ever, because this is literally...
A little boy lost in the fucking woods.
This cycle is what I like to call: The perpetual cycle of a poor-driven infatuation's inevitable demise, only to be revived (by definition of a cycle)
Broken down and spelled out for the slow-to-read, that means:
a cycle, that is forever,
in which a quest of love driven by a heart's unlikely desires, (such as momentary feelings and emotions/ unsubstantially material wants)
is bound to die because it's driven by all that love shouldn't be
Yet infatuation is thick and potent, my ultimate guess-and-check method doesn't pertain here, stubbornly I try again.
And so the cycle abides.
The definition of insanity: "doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result."
-A. Einstein
Now listen, I have many theories pertaining to love and relationships, and most girls know this because I have made it painstakingly manifest that the basis of my character is just that. A man of love by way of an almost scientific method. This notion however... This logic-based notion of me and you I'm doubtably pointing my finger to, is one of the few I feel so uncertain towards, I disregard it as safe to assume.
Why am I unsure, yet I've lived by this rulebook for all the months you've been gone?
It is the only logical thing left I have to follow by. I've run out of theories and notions to save me.
So yes... I am openly admitting:
"Too much head, but too little heart oh honey
I want your touch, such a shame that I am numb honey
Not meant to be this way..." -Closure In Moscow "Sweet#hart"
Mind over heart, heart over mind. Which way to go? By heartbreak I've learned to ignore my heart... but with you... it makes me question all I've learned.
That leaves me right here... 9-20-09 9:45 A.M. Lost and clueless. As if this were the first time acknowledging that there's more guidance in life than just from unstably built results by experimental method: "Guess-and-check" My little girl, things are hard now. I'll need you to watch over me now more than ever, because this is literally...
A little boy lost in the fucking woods.