Buss ride
I met him om the buss yesterday, he sat down next to me and we talked. When he got of I got a text “sorry for being such an idiot” and I thought to my self, “you’re not the idiot, I am, for thinking I might not get left this time…”
March 2012
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A Dream Within A Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe
” —http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-within-a-dream/I hate love, I hate to feel the urge to feel aprecheated. Still it something we humans need and I hate that we need it. I don’t want to be afraid of living my life alone but I am and I hate it.
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Why I'm so open here
I know I barley have any followers and I probably won’t get so many more and that’s exactly why I’m writing here. This is my therapy, where I speak my mind when I feel sad ore happy ore anything. There might not be any one who reads this but at least someone CAN read it. It feels better to share your mind some how than to have it all in your head…
