it was so beautiful...
regurgitating (or reliving) the past...
Moments past...
Innocent, naughty, beautiful, of despair, of extacy, of feelings long gone...
the moments which I relived for a while are going again, to where they belong... the world of thoughts, dreams, and un-reality...
why does reality have to be so "real"? so hard hitting, so unreasonable, so out-of-control?
why is it not soft, tantalizingly delicious, controllable like my own private world?
why do all things that are beautiful, come to an end in the real world???
Why does it have to end... and end in this way... like going over the edge??? from solid ground to thin air... and then the rocks below... a cruel end.
3 comments:
Great Thoughts !
Hmm - I am glad someone came all the way to the end of the blog! :) Thanks, K!
Nice thoughts...
Whatever you wrote above is the greatest fact of life...
More early we accept it, Better for us...
I remember, I just read sometime before, "More you write personal, more it becomes universal".....
Good post to start with...
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