Tuesday, March 28, 2006

juz the other day someone was complaining about her life not being a bed of roses. not meaning to sound deep or anything but i asked her why she would want to sleep on a bed of roses when it was so full of hidden thorns.

it only occeured to me what i had said when i heard it out of my own mouth.

but honestly, wouldn't a bed of daisies, or orchids or anything without pricks be so much nicer to sleep on?

does anyone know what love is. its probably at its best when unrequited, salvaging it from the messy reins of reality. maybe thats why its the noblest emotion of all, tho i daren't say i speak from experience. it must hurt knowing that its so perfect because it could or might exist, like a spectre in the corner of one's eye. but if you try to look at it, it'll disappear.

so why love. i say cause we treate it like a game. you just keep opposing and questioning because you don't want to win as much as you don't want it to end. it is the joy of going against hatred. and you feel love most intensely the moment it is taken away from you.

constantly having but not wanting and wanting but not having. you buy your ticket into love and when you get back into again, you suddenly find it hard to write the next line.

time to go town for some entertainments

James | 12:27 PM