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To be lost once I understood that I really am quite found
But often the state of found is merely a state of caught...
I have noticed that I do have something to say, to speak of, more than one too, lots of things, they're all in my head.. but I'm concerned that they're so entirely useless, disjointed and probably vague that I think I may of given up talking all together?
So this is it, I cannot sit here and express how much I love livejournal. It really was a place for me to just get away and put my head to rest. I just can't take much of anything anymore, especially my heart.
I’ve discovered that Love is very easy and rarely a problem. But it is people… relationships that are hard. Often you can find yourself on the brink of the worst type of feelings. Resentment, almost hate. And not because of a lack of love, but because of a lack of understanding. No, not a lack of understanding, but the apathy that causes you to lie down and not try to understand. People carry with them their own motives, their own dictionary of symbolism. One person’s picture of a house will more than often be different to the next persons. And so, when I show you my house you will say to yourself “this is not a house, this looks more like a cottage”. You wouldn’t want to offend me and say to me my house is really a cottage. The misunderstanding begins and before we know we are fighting over the difference between a lily and a tulip. We often forget that a flower is still a flower and a home can be a house or a cottage or anywhere you lay your head at night.
I went to a fortune teller last night, and well...
everyone take good care, and put on a smile once in a while.
But often the state of found is merely a state of caught...
I have noticed that I do have something to say, to speak of, more than one too, lots of things, they're all in my head.. but I'm concerned that they're so entirely useless, disjointed and probably vague that I think I may of given up talking all together?
So this is it, I cannot sit here and express how much I love livejournal. It really was a place for me to just get away and put my head to rest. I just can't take much of anything anymore, especially my heart.
I’ve discovered that Love is very easy and rarely a problem. But it is people… relationships that are hard. Often you can find yourself on the brink of the worst type of feelings. Resentment, almost hate. And not because of a lack of love, but because of a lack of understanding. No, not a lack of understanding, but the apathy that causes you to lie down and not try to understand. People carry with them their own motives, their own dictionary of symbolism. One person’s picture of a house will more than often be different to the next persons. And so, when I show you my house you will say to yourself “this is not a house, this looks more like a cottage”. You wouldn’t want to offend me and say to me my house is really a cottage. The misunderstanding begins and before we know we are fighting over the difference between a lily and a tulip. We often forget that a flower is still a flower and a home can be a house or a cottage or anywhere you lay your head at night.
I went to a fortune teller last night, and well...
everyone take good care, and put on a smile once in a while.