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Wake up call here: Welcome ♥ Sand. 17. Art. Victorian Era. Certain Kinds of Good Music. Oh yes, Kuroshitsuji. Lay it on thick
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History repeats itself
March 2008April 2008 June 2008 March 2009 May 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 January 2011 March 2011 April 2011 May 2011 Front and centre
Fear Fear Can we stop pretending that the world is never end... This Is Where The Heart Lies? Brace Yourself From Within Glasses: What Can't They Do? Hidden In The Next Room There You Go Again I'm Not Paralysed,But I Seem To Be Struck By You. Credits /
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//Thursday, September 30, 2010 3:40 AM
 Wake up on your own, And look around you cause you’re not alone. Release your high hopes and they’ll survive, Cause this is the future and you are alive. Dive in and swim away. From your loneliness and miserable days. And when you wake up on your own, Look around you cause you’re not alone. Let your hopes go and they’ll survive. Cause this is the future and you are alive. …You’re headed home. Listening to Owl City - This is the Future really helped calm me down. I'm going through a tough time recently and it's really made me sit down and think about what I really want in life. Maybe I hadn't given it much thought before and I should have. Maybe things were just different back then. I don't really know anymore. But I just really need to get this out of my head. You see, I used to think that it was something special, this thing we had/have... But now I know, love is not enough. You cannot rely solely on love to get you through the storm. Love is an anchor, yes. But anchors sink in water. It will not save you from drowning. Sometimes too much love just pulls you down with it. You can't put all your hopes on something like that, or they'll sink with you. It was ironic that the both of us are named after insubstantial things. You are a cloud. I am the sand. Clouds are something I cannot keep. Clouds can be your dreams, beautiful, pretty, but you can never keep your dreams, just as you cannot hope to hold a cloud with your bare hands. The more I reach out, the further it seems. Sand. You may hold sand, but you can't stop it from slipping through your fingers. And once lost, can you seek out that single grain of sand again? From among the thousands of others, you won't get her back. I'm not saying I'm that special you can't find another to replace me. It's just that even if you pick up another grain of sand, it will be identical. It won't make a difference. I know I'm not the best for you, but I've known that for awhile. A cloud will suffer when guarded. That's the reason it lives only in the sky, right? The sky is infinite. I could not give you that space. Instead, I trapped you down and for awhile, we were happy being together, loving each other. But you are still a cloud, and though it pains me to say. I must say that you don't belong here, you just don't. (Release your high hopes and they’ll survive) Back then, distance had no meaning. The distance between us hasn't changed, no collision of continents or sea beds rising. The difference between back then and now is that there is something in the way. There is something between us. I don't even know what to call it. A wall, a glass wall? Just something I can't climb, that's all I know. Remember, I once said we couldn't depend on each other? It would just end up hurting us, I reasoned. You convinced me otherwise, and I started to depend more and more on you. I thought it was perfect because you depended on me too, but now I'm ashamed of my feelings. Dependant is just a step away from desperate. I don't want to go through that again. Surprisingly enough, this situation maybe introducing me to religion and what it means to have someone always there for you. Huh. Wow. ------------------------------------------------- Hmm.. better now. I had to write that to remind myself of what I'm feeling right now. You know, just in case it eludes me in the future and I happen to go through it again. And thank you for standing by me in trying times, some fruity nut or nutty fruit of a person. :D DOOMAN I'm off to eat biology and study dinner. Or something like that. An epicurean would not like the taste of insanity, Sand Labels: You |
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