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Phobia

Contributed by neiry on Monday, 12th April 2010 @ 03:14:50 PM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered

Phobia

I have a phobia of speed, fire and loneliness, probably the most dangerous things in life; my hearts afraid of.
These three things all are a metaphor of love! You need to set a heart on fire, cupid shots the arrow and it travels at 100 miles per hour and in the end of every love story there’s always a broken heart. Loneliness.

Maybe I have a phobia of love. The scientists call it philophobia, the fear of falling in love.
They say they know me! But they don’t. They say I’m crazy, but my hearts an ocean of secrets. I try to find ways of letting myself go, way of forgetting everything. But it seems as if every time a smile appears on my face, someone tries to wipe it away.

People suggest I should be something I’m not. I wish they understood me, but they clearly don’t.
I have no idea why I’m writing this, but maybe it’s a way of expressing what I feel. They told me if I want to fool the world then tell the truth, I Guess I’m about to fool you.

I always find myself questioning a question with a question when questioned. Sounds weird but I’m sure you’ve felt like that before.

I have a very imaginative imagination, does that even make sense? Do you understand what I’m saying?

If you don’t, I’m sure one day you will!

Copyright Â© neiry ... [ 2010-04-12 15:14:50]
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Re: Phobia (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 12th April 2010 @ 08:15:34 PM AEST
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A testimony baring all to see. I really enjoy the truth and direct honesty in your words. Explaining parts most will never understand or get to experience. This is quite rare but brave and a joy to read. Thanks for sharing.

take care
duff

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