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desparate, eternal loneliness

2005-11-30T16:29:32Z

will somebody look for me if i keep out of sight?

inexpressible, unbound, and utterly overwhelmed.

2005-11-14T16:35:32Z

sometimes we fail to realize those who are truly meant for us. they are the ones who love us. the person who harnesses the indomitable emotion we are so familiar with, overcoming denial, deppression and aching melancholy to ultimately capture what are so unwilling to reveal; our hearts. the person who'll love you even when there's no more reason to love you. irrational and blind as it seems, it is in nothingness, our naked selves, that people who truly love us, find the lovable in our soul. such emotions allow to find something in nothing, order in chaos, hope in despair. belief that nothingness is an eternal space unbound, seemingly worthless, but endlessly creative. The human emotion is the only form of matter able to transcend all forms of existential theories, rationalist ideas; its creates from nothingness, deriving enlightenment with the greatest of ease.

scar me on my birthday.

2005-10-13T17:29:22Z

Why is everybody in such a hurry to grow up, to get older? i don't really get why we should. we have all these ideas of all of these things we get to do because we're now considered "mature". no, i'm not saying this because i'm ranting about the hardships of being an adult; wrinkles are not just the things we should be not looking out for as we trudge the passage of time. the pains of adulthood scar much deeper than those. there are failures to come, relationships to be lost,lives to be pounded into a bloody pulp of a soulless,consumed dishumanity. To age is terribly overrated. experience, to age is the best teacher because it gives the harshest lessons. it rips into into the utopia of youth and sears it with a painful touch of reality. it brings depression, death of the soul, ultimately, unbelief in the essence of life itself. despite how fast the wildfire of reality and age crushes and consumes our precious youth, we remain the humanity in us. we bind ourselves to the infinite border weaved by goodness, ideals, and undying beliefs. we are humans; thus,we hope.

Anguish of an imperfect existence.

2005-09-28T01:36:13Z

Nothing is better at beautifying life than our infinite struggle to sliver away portions of imperfections spawned for our humanity.

mainstream quiz O_o

2005-09-28T01:29:37Z

You are the pilot.

Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.
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the tragedy of a lonely transcendence.

Words are the breath of life for the lifeless.

2005-09-28T01:21:56Z

Animism may be a long-lost form of worship, but our ties with nature are still powerful enough to stir within us soulful words.

A Tanka excerpt

When spring comes

the melting ice disappears completely;

if only your heart

Would melt like that to me.

How ironic it is indeed, that at the point we return ourselves to the trodden soil, to the cradle of death, do we realize the naked beauty and fullness of life.