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paul-aguirre
Colombian
Impossible to sum up how odd it was, today. Nothing out of the ordinary happened except no progress was made in the area of Love. kind of gloomy mood today, thinking I might meet a friend for a movie... the thought did cross as she was female, you know which thought: maybe she and I... but it crossed and left as she and I have very different kind of personalities, good friends maybe but nothing more. Is it not odd how male and female friendship is, perhaps never fully amicable because there can be this undercurrent of desire? Tis a somehow sad thought, I wonder how and why it persists... in this social soliloquy called life.... can't we all just merry be? and the sky was quite a thing to see today, not as black as always in the night, wishing myself away to a far freer galaxy where strife and toil reign not indeed... But it was just a sorrowful dream, a requiem in this Odd, Odd Day even though I am not yet dead.
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 2:29 AM UTC
Odd day, Today
Sitting in the dark wondering when will I find someone worth knowing, worth noting. You tell me that there are many, all around me and beyond, But you lie or are mistaken because all I see are mismatched people to my desires. I want to learn from this Her, To kiss her sweet lips, To render myself senseless by touching her body, To lose myself in her eyes. But it seems that this unfeeling Thing, does not let me get close with anyone, before I find their flaws and start pondering how to break their heart. It seems that I set my standards too high, or they have theirs too low, but the fact remains that I am betrayed: by dishonesty and cowardice, by laziness and greed, by stupidity and facades. but most of all: by the immoral, the obsession with nothing but pleasure with no depth. I am a confused and lonely thing, searching in the dark for a feeling Thing. what is this Thing I seek? Well dear reader, Nothing less than a good Heart. One to heal me, in return for being healed, before this hollowness becomes a shadow and swallows me whole, leaving nothing but a crass man, a cruel and callous thing undeserving of the veracity of Love.
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Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 3:08 AM UTC
Unfeeling Thing, Confused Thing