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A believer of myths. I’ve given up on words; I trust now in feeling, not in justifications. Explain me nothing; just give me a sensation- show me some thing, shut up.
That’s all I’m saying….
Actions speak louder than words- always. Smiles and slouching shoulders; or winks; or nods; or avoiding some one’s eye.
I’ve given up on so much. The magic kingdom of dreams that were ready to materialize… but I’m too grown up now, or am I? Too settled in my rut to care. Who cares? Having to explain… that’s what always gets me- the downfall, the weakness. Who cares? I don’t give a shit, I don’t want to explain myself. Living life simply, but half dead, as some one witty would put it. No ambitions, no wild ideas, nothing. Living in the present, love conquers all, biology over psychology- circumstances over destiny. Do dreams really come true? I reassure others when I doubt for myself. The person I was as a child. A hazy memory. Lolita. The person I am now. A hazy nothing. Are we becoming a statistic? All the alter egos nodding yes. Is there a way to stop it? I so hate it when some one tries to be special.. reduce everything to banality, pure fact, simplicity, electricity. I like it when words rhyme.
-Talia
Neha says:
I like you!!! Already
May 14th, 2006 at 02:54 pm
Talia says:
geee neha, thats sweet
not to sound sarcastic but i feel like ive been graced by a celebrity- actually ive been reading sum of ur stuff on the site before i posted anything and well i took note of it…. so its interesting that ur one of the first ppl to comment on my stuff…. isnt it….
May 14th, 2006 at 05:36 pm
Neha says:
ahem… (a little uncomfortable) Thanks… i identify with most of the stuff u ve written.
May 14th, 2006 at 08:45 pm
Kruz says:
http://www.psychobabble.com
May 15th, 2006 at 07:21 pm