Let this battle commence one last time.
I look to God for happyness, and sometimes i dont feel him.
Is it sad that the only things i desire are copious amounts of weed, and, as charlie said from lost...
"Im talking about spectacular, conscience altering, love."
The, pure, and, unadulterated that i had with you, was one i will never forget.
and i will save your pictures, so that my heart can again return to that time of completeness.
i will mourn the death of us, and i will soak in sorrow until the day comes where a love will match ours.
And i doubt it will ever be so.
i am torn between patience, and trying to heal.
stay and learn, or run and search.
i just want to write, and be high, and slowly taste my sanity and sorrows fade ; while listening to music that makes me sorrowful.
stuff is nothing.
the only reason i ever wanted a fancy phone was so that i could talk to you all the time.
an whats what i did.
i talked, and i wrote you love letters at work, and i fantasized about us constantly.
Loveless.
Hopeless.
i thought i was ok with being alone forever - im not.
i am changing so much.
i am more accustomed to be alone - besides the urning for a mate- and i am less and less wanting children.
i still want kids, but i am not nearly as eager to have them right now, and not as many as i thought.
i am slowly becoming introverted.
fact is... the same thing cant happen twice.
love has taken its course in that way, and thats the last time it will happen in that manner.
time to find love in a different light.
or not at all.
My life in england would have the background music of Enter Shikari and Mogwai.
valkyrie missile.
everyone, everyone will listen, even if it hurts sometimes.♪♫ if you will come and hear the message.
oh nick finally popped the question to brit apparently.
:)
Off to walk to work.
Hosting so, i may even pick up a beer on the way to work.
Is it sad that the only things i desire are copious amounts of weed, and, as charlie said from lost...
"Im talking about spectacular, conscience altering, love."
The, pure, and, unadulterated that i had with you, was one i will never forget.
and i will save your pictures, so that my heart can again return to that time of completeness.
i will mourn the death of us, and i will soak in sorrow until the day comes where a love will match ours.
And i doubt it will ever be so.
i am torn between patience, and trying to heal.
stay and learn, or run and search.
i just want to write, and be high, and slowly taste my sanity and sorrows fade ; while listening to music that makes me sorrowful.
stuff is nothing.
the only reason i ever wanted a fancy phone was so that i could talk to you all the time.
an whats what i did.
i talked, and i wrote you love letters at work, and i fantasized about us constantly.
Loveless.
Hopeless.
i thought i was ok with being alone forever - im not.
i am changing so much.
i am more accustomed to be alone - besides the urning for a mate- and i am less and less wanting children.
i still want kids, but i am not nearly as eager to have them right now, and not as many as i thought.
i am slowly becoming introverted.
fact is... the same thing cant happen twice.
love has taken its course in that way, and thats the last time it will happen in that manner.
time to find love in a different light.
or not at all.
My life in england would have the background music of Enter Shikari and Mogwai.
valkyrie missile.
everyone, everyone will listen, even if it hurts sometimes.♪♫ if you will come and hear the message.
oh nick finally popped the question to brit apparently.
:)
Off to walk to work.
Hosting so, i may even pick up a beer on the way to work.