Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Thinking too much

I have this habit of falling in love... and thinking too much of that person. Argh... Right now, I'm trying to really hide it but it just shows... and... I don't want it to show. I don't even want her to know. That's kind of contradictory... Loving someone, yet not wanting them to know.

Maybe it's just me... Maybe I'm imagining things to be something they aren't.

I'm gonna clear my head for a bit... A few days, away from that person. Right now, I don't really know why... But I just want to clear my head.

Monday, September 8, 2008

I think too much

I think... That the guy you love is really really lucky. I would die for those sweet songs that you write... Well, maybe not really die literally. But... That would really be a big thing, to be loved by you.

And I think too much about you... So forgive me if I need some time to clear my head a bit. Not that you'll probably notice or care in the romantic sense.

Ahh, but I'm already so greatful for knowing you... And spending time with you. And, it's really fun... And it's really nice to be with you.

I think too much. I rant too much. I say "I" too many times that I find myself quite selfish.

So let's shift the perspective a bit...

Right now, what are you thinking about? Are you still awake? How are you feeling? You, you, you, you... There, that balances things abit.

Just another brainstorm article to have something to do while waiting for School Rumble episode 4 of Season 2 to finish. Maybe I can come up with a good song composition from these random rants. That's what lonely romance can be good for--writing songs.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Love and Distance

What is this? The more you love, the more you look up to that person, the more distant you feel... The less you come to believe that you deserve to be with that person...

To be filled with love... and yet to be filled with sadness.

But that holds true only for a moment... Then you believe again despite your thoughts. In your wish to be with that person, you're willing to put up with the torment that your own mind is doing to you. You make yourself the exception to your own twisted logic.

Your definition of love... Is twisted. Tainted by the world. Your soul, even to your own eyes, is unclean.

You are me.