Should this blog be deleted?

2009/02/06

Sometimes

Sometimes normal is all it takes.

Sometimes, getting enrolled in your own feelings is just the right thing to do - and it couldn't also be more wrong.
Sometimes, sadness is the repressed shade of self that perks by to say "Hello". And feeling it scarcely inside - to the utmost strange reaction of enjoying the mesmerizing melancholic stage setting roots and en-deepening... is just about fine.

I wish the forfeit to my past actions would not translate itself into this awkward loneliness of being. Sometimes..., my biggest wish is to wake up to find myself two years ago, laughing at this disconcerting not-so-unreal nightmare. But, then again, I wouldn't have met you - if that even matters.

Are you high on my nostalgic missing of your uncanny absence? Or is it just me, fabulating another delusional chimera set upon your mere acquaintance?
I don't know, nor do I care. As long as it keeps me amused... and gives me the faintest grasp of strength to hold on, for the day.

(even if it means I kill myself a little bit more, every second)

Yours, sincerely,

F. 
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