And It Burns
[ Mood • Sore ]
[ Music • Kendall Payne - The Second Day ]
Last night was fun, it has to be said. I am, however, a little sore. It was worth the pain.
I spent the most part of the early afternoon reading through my favourite journals, snooping into the lives of those I know nothing about, and wishing I could be just a fraction of what they are.
It's hard when you come to the realisation that you're not entirely the person you thought you were, and it hits you full force, knowing that there's a great chance you never will be.
Sometimes, I think I could be a better friend, a more sensual lover, have a greater tolerance for the things I don't particularly understand, nor wish to.
I'm finding myself almost falling in love with a man who's long dead. It's a strange feeling, but the way his words touch me is indescribable.
I wish I could write with that much passion.
"Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar, and the fortitude of the certain."
I don't even have anything to write about. How frustrating.
[ Music • Kendall Payne - The Second Day ]
Last night was fun, it has to be said. I am, however, a little sore. It was worth the pain.
I spent the most part of the early afternoon reading through my favourite journals, snooping into the lives of those I know nothing about, and wishing I could be just a fraction of what they are.
It's hard when you come to the realisation that you're not entirely the person you thought you were, and it hits you full force, knowing that there's a great chance you never will be.
Sometimes, I think I could be a better friend, a more sensual lover, have a greater tolerance for the things I don't particularly understand, nor wish to.
I'm finding myself almost falling in love with a man who's long dead. It's a strange feeling, but the way his words touch me is indescribable.
I wish I could write with that much passion.
"Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar, and the fortitude of the certain."
I don't even have anything to write about. How frustrating.