02.26.2013
my specifications are sickly silly.
so sorely detailed,
that i am embarrassed.
i suppose that i would rather be
shamed
and
alone
than live the life of someone else.
i cannot waiver from my standards.
if i did do such a foolish thing,
then i would lose myself in another.
and i stand still in my refusal.
so sorely detailed,
that i am embarrassed.
i suppose that i would rather be
shamed
and
alone
than live the life of someone else.
i cannot waiver from my standards.
if i did do such a foolish thing,
then i would lose myself in another.
and i stand still in my refusal.
02.26.2013
i woke up early enough to see the moon.
she was still hanging in the sky.
it was the same moon that,
just hours before,
i shared with my lover.
it was the same moon that turned on me,
and the rest of the world.
the same moon that challenged my love,
my wants,
my needs.
"you can't trust a full moon",
i told myself,
"you never know what pull she will decide to have on the universe."
i glared back at her.
her glory nearly blinded me,
halting my hatred,
overwhelming me with awe.
testing.
hello again.
it has been well over a year since we last met on here.
i guess it was fear that kept me from sharing on this creation.
i was scared to visit this diary,
nervous that connecting with my past words would keep me there.
worried that maybe i share too much.
maybe i just walked so far from this blog that i didn't think i could find my way back.
i missed it.
i missed writing.
sharing.
connecting with the other little romantics of the world.
i'm the same troubled girl.
with the same bleeding heart.
the same hopes and dreams.
perhaps a bit more jaded,
tattered,
old.
but, still the same girl with the same expectations,
same false realities,
same standards.
i have not given up.
i'm still searching.
so,
let me try this again.
it has been well over a year since we last met on here.
i guess it was fear that kept me from sharing on this creation.
i was scared to visit this diary,
nervous that connecting with my past words would keep me there.
worried that maybe i share too much.
maybe i just walked so far from this blog that i didn't think i could find my way back.
i missed it.
i missed writing.
sharing.
connecting with the other little romantics of the world.
i'm the same troubled girl.
with the same bleeding heart.
the same hopes and dreams.
perhaps a bit more jaded,
tattered,
old.
but, still the same girl with the same expectations,
same false realities,
same standards.
i have not given up.
i'm still searching.
so,
let me try this again.
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