Tuesday, August 17

Damned


I don't want my text to look like as stupid as those I've always read. Those typical texts. I hate the way they're written. Because words doesn't mean anything, they're full of emptiness. No real feeling is shown. I want mine to be realistic, to be as real as none has been before. The one who reflects real love. But that sounds so impossible. Love's much more than this. Much more than words and adjectives trying to describe feelings. How I wish I could talk about everything I'm desirious of without using preliminar expressions that have been used one hundred of times to describe all the time the same thing, expressions that at first should be skyful lovely but that have turned into something too ordinary to use nowadays. This is my experience.
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I don't even know where you are.
How is this going to be? Are we going to end up together or are we just going to forget everything and move on? I don't know. I always know. I always do. What are you doing to me! I feel weak when I'm with you. Anything works with you. I don't even know you. You're special, you're something so real, so pure. Yes you are. I want you do disappear, then I want you super close to me. You're something that produces me addiction, this is the first time I've ever felt like this. (Exaggerating) But kind of. You're something I've got to explore! You're such a mistery and I love them. I'm going to play...

Asobi Seksu - Thursday