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Contributed by rmarino on Saturday, 28th June 2008 @ 04:47:48 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

Hopeless pursuits yield nothing but theory and uncertainty.
And we all crave something solid.
It's quite possible to stop drowning if someone would lend a steady hand and not pull away causing a deeper plunge.
I wish I could see the stars but all I ever see are clouds- so claustrophobic and gloomy. The instant a ray of moonlight peeks through the I am looking away and I never get that small pleasure causing a "You had to be there" effect. And I always should have been.
It's hard to walk with my head up these days as I find my shoes have become more beautiful and intriguing then the scenery.
And I find the past repeats itself, but never the good parts. Those just stay memories.
I believe the pursuit of "Love" is meaningless. Love either pursues you or it doesn't. It found me, but I threw it away for lust. But then again can you have only love and no lust, no physical form of showing your feelings? If one can not exist without the other then love never found me in the first place, just infatuation. But I have given up on love. I understand that love was something of a different era and 'now-a-days-love' is nothing but fodder. I desire the old fashion vintage love, aged to the perfect taste. But I was never that lucky.
Day by day the subtle drone of the television on a black screen gets louder while the computer hums and the fan cools the room. All I ever hear is that forsaken television. But once everything is shut down for the night, it's just me an the crickets and it isn't loud enough to sleep.
My plans for the future are great. Great for me, probably not for you and I'm O.K. with that. I just want to say I'm something more then I am right now. I want something new every day until I'm ready to call it quits. Something that changes day to day so that I can tell people what I did and ask them with a smile;
"What the ***** did you do today?"

Copyright © rmarino ... [ 2008-06-28 16:47:48]
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