Times like these, I wish that time would allow life to go my way.
You know, there are some days when you wish you could turn back the
pages of a book and wished that you were, somehow, part of the book?
You don't know why.
You don't know how.
And it doesn't make sense.
Because nothing does.
But i think it kinda makes life, somewhat special.
You know, how it can sometimes hurt you? And it can also make you
giggle to yourself when you are alone?
Life is, rather, cute. Rather, I would say. It makes you silly.
I am a silly girl. Silly in the sense where I can complain ruthlessly
about the absence of luck but I can also preach about how beautiful
fate can be.
I love the way everything contradicts because it won't make me give up.
And it makes you wonder, hell, can I live the life of a movie that
I have always dreamed of?
I think I can. I just have to close my eyes, and walk. Just keep
walking. Things may not turn out sweet, but it is ok.
Thats because you are doing something extraordinary.
I could go on a holiday and make love to a stranger.
Or maybe, you could tell someone that he/she is beautiful.
Just anyone, you know.
I think it can be rather nice. Maybe.
My boo boo wouldn't agree with that. :p
I have to keep telling myself that I only live once.
A few decades from now, I could die.
And then that would be a problem.
Losing all the wonderful pages of memories
I have collected through out my life as me,
As a daughter, as a sister, as a granddaughter,
As a niece, as a cousin, as a friend,
and most of all, as a lover :)
Je t'aime et je m'ennuie de vous beaucoup hunnie *siGhz*