for i've known completeness

Friday, February 17, 2006

sometimes, even sitting on the track in one's school can provide good food for thought.

I was just thinking, that to love means putting yourself out there,
allowing yourself to feel the pain and the beauty that it brings, to truly feel alive.
Yet how much of it is worth it, and how much can one take?
The irony of it all lies in the fact that the more you struggle to fight it, the deeper you fall.
So what's one supposed to do anyway when it seems hurting is the only way out to prevent this predictable ending?

Maybe if we asked ourselves questions just before we went to sleep,
the answers would work itself out in our dreams.

mer posted at 5:16 AM