Looking Back

a lots changed. haha I guess I am always aware of this, and I am always embracing/complaining about it. I mean... Wow. I feel like I am a ignorant stoopid little teenager. (: GoodGame. Well played.



I just want to open up like before, wendu I envy you ;( you can open up on your blogs, and thats when it really gets someone thinking you know? When YOU start to think, about life, about you, about others, about just anything and everything. I miss those days.... When I would be able to truthfully say that I "dont want to open up because I don't trust myself with my words". Well Wenxi do you even know the meaning of that anymore?



Sometimes I want to just take time, sit down, and write, keep writing. && not care if it makes sense. That there would not be a "meaning" to anything. Just write. Write about every little thing about every little detail on this earth and in heaven. But haye... In todays world. Its not writing anymore is it? Its more like typing....




I like it when others know what I am talking about. When it doesnt just make sense in my own little head, but in others too. When two peoples synchronize, connect, meet, feel, and touch.
See I dont like to go and explain "DONT THINK NASTY! its supposed to be poetic". See that just makes it lame and stoopid. It puts others down who may be reading it, because I should be expecting more from them [?]. But then in todays world, haha I guess thats what you need to do, or else no one understands. Or do they?


I want to be more than what the eye sees, I want to be the artistic one, the one with hidden talent, the one who has his/her own little world full of fantasies and stories and love poems and.

Now arent we all that someone, at least at one point of life? Hopefully....

Its jus those who treasures it, who wants it so bad, that they take a hold of it and never let go. But those who are scared of that moment, ignorant of that moment, when stupidity and reality does not mix but it somehow does.


what am I saying?
haha.
I hate how I have these moments, then loose it. AYAI.
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