where all the stupid love songs come from
In vanilla sky Jason Lee cleverly tells Tom Cruise that without the pain of the sour you will never know how sweet the sweet can really be...
The songs that make the girls cry, the sonnets the make women long for a true love, the movies that pull on the strings of my heart, the books that never make sense because it all happens too easily.... all these things have come about from a love that never was.
Happy people do not reach into the pits of their soul to find the words to be loved as some of us are learning to do. The ability to change, the amazing capability to be more than you ever thought, yet never what someone else is looking for.
I suppose I could sit here for days and sing the praises of a man who can just as easily turn and walk away... but I think my soul has been exausted, and as much as I want to feel great things, all I can think about is how nice it would be to just let go.
The best art in the world has always been a tribute, a dedication... sybolism that in 500 years still lives on as someones 'undying' love for someone that didnt want them.
I read someones journal today... the entry took me about 35 minutes to read, it was so long, and so in depth. I dont think i've ever been that honest with my writitng, but she was. And she admitted fault, and didnt place blame. She talked about confusion, games, and not understanding what she wanted. I commented that I could completely understand where she was coming from... and I thanked her for being honest... and I also told her that she wasnt alone. So many of her words echo whats going on in my head. It made me feel a little better to know that I'm not crazy and everyone is struggling to understand why we feel the way we do...
So maybe I will learn to paint...because I've done the writing of sonnets, poems, and letters. all sealed with a kiss... and they dont amount to anything. Perhaps I will write a song to make the girls cry... but even when its all done, no matter what I will do I think I will be the one crying. I always am.
The songs that make the girls cry, the sonnets the make women long for a true love, the movies that pull on the strings of my heart, the books that never make sense because it all happens too easily.... all these things have come about from a love that never was.
Happy people do not reach into the pits of their soul to find the words to be loved as some of us are learning to do. The ability to change, the amazing capability to be more than you ever thought, yet never what someone else is looking for.
I suppose I could sit here for days and sing the praises of a man who can just as easily turn and walk away... but I think my soul has been exausted, and as much as I want to feel great things, all I can think about is how nice it would be to just let go.
The best art in the world has always been a tribute, a dedication... sybolism that in 500 years still lives on as someones 'undying' love for someone that didnt want them.
I read someones journal today... the entry took me about 35 minutes to read, it was so long, and so in depth. I dont think i've ever been that honest with my writitng, but she was. And she admitted fault, and didnt place blame. She talked about confusion, games, and not understanding what she wanted. I commented that I could completely understand where she was coming from... and I thanked her for being honest... and I also told her that she wasnt alone. So many of her words echo whats going on in my head. It made me feel a little better to know that I'm not crazy and everyone is struggling to understand why we feel the way we do...
So maybe I will learn to paint...because I've done the writing of sonnets, poems, and letters. all sealed with a kiss... and they dont amount to anything. Perhaps I will write a song to make the girls cry... but even when its all done, no matter what I will do I think I will be the one crying. I always am.