Haven't felt so empty in a very long time. So hollow, so weightless. Things would have been so much easier had I been not such a goddamn attention craving creature.
*shakes head and smiles*
The tragedy of my life is that I somehow cannot find someone to blame, but myself... Every time, every.... time.
Why do I have to be so insatiable when it comes to affection and care? There is only so much people can give away... *smirks* And suddenly, I make it sound like alms, and not love.
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The clenched fist you hold in front of yourself, you are afraid of opening it, aren't you? Almost as if you are afraid whatever you were holding on to so tightly shall not be there any longer. And truth be told, my precious, it isn't there, is it now? You know it too, don't you? That whisper you keep drowning in your noisy delusions, it keeps popping its head up every now and then. You'll have to lend it an ear sooner or later, love- sooner or later.
2 comments:
may be love is just a fantasy esp when tied to people or good, and utmost attention is not a realistic desire..selfless compromise may be the key to happiness :)
No clue what love is.
But... selfless compromising, at times become a tad wee... ermm... torpid, if I may say.
Nai? *smiles*
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