Showing posts with label blast from the past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blast from the past. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

DS

Bounced and archived.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

No more

I.WILL.NOT.FALL.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

On this day

...broken.

Friday, December 4, 2015

A distant 1994

Farewell to S.W.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Nostalgia

What T. W. did in "It's alright with me" was crazy. But enchanting.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The similarities

Didn't realize until last night the similarities between you and you, the part about not wanting to let go, and about not being able to be true to oneself...

Thursday, April 24, 2008

The break-up

i broke it up; it's hard to believe, but i just did.

Sometimes you wonder why things happen and why break-ups take place. Well, here comes the moment of truth: People had enough...or thought they did. In the latter case, what they do is try to make up. So...human beings break up, make up, break up, make up...until they are tired of it?

If it is hard in a virtual world, it's gotta be even more difficult in reality.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

i like you

Perhaps some day you will realize that...in the weirdest sense, i like you, not as some quiet drop of morning dew on a maple leaf that, before the first ray of sunlight settles in, ceases to be.

...but...as a true friend. More or less.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Some confession

So this is what they call...one lie after another.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

The Victim

You thought you suffered, and were a victim in this whole thing. In the absolute spin of your own universe, your sacrifice was the ultimate truth.

But you didn't realize where you stood (back then) in reality. You were, as a matter of fact, already standing on the edge of the cliff. On the contrary to your belief, there was no intention at all, no one ever had, of pushing you off that cliff.

No, you were not a victim. In order to be one, there had to be an arch enemy. The presence of a victim requires that of monsters which impose the undesired cruelty. Where were they when you fell?

She did not step in; he did not choose you.