You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You're frozen when your heart's not open
If I could melt your heart
We'd never be apart
Give yourself to me
You hold the key
a crow flies and flaps like the desert crooning the silence of the dunes. black as it may, i would rather be black and be covered in the dunes. hot. sandy. quiet. i would rather be dark and brood all by myself. i would rather absorb the heat. the crow thrives in the vast abyss of independence. with no one by its side. no one. yet sometimes, the solitary eagerly heals. it whispers the need of my silence.
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these are musings of the selfish kind.
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- Aika
- we are shaped and fashioned by what we love.- johann wolfgang von goethe
Jack Kerouac
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
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" You don't have to say anything, you don't have to do anything. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you Steve? You just have to put your lips together and blow". Lauren Bacall, To Have and To Hold
2 comments:
musta na king... it's 1 am and I have a plate due 10 am later. And I'm here blogging. Angsaya kasi ng summer. hehe
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