Human heart can take a lot more suffer than one can imagine.
As I imagine you, hidden behind the shadows of life, I often wander in my own thoughts and think about how lovely you are..the way my fingers touch your delicate skin. I imagine your looks on my face and I wonder what will you be thinking in moments like that one. Will you see me as a whole? Will you see the imperfection that I actually am? Will you like me that way? Can one see beyond the skin and never judge by appearance?
I don’t love myself but yet I adore myself. I often wish I were in someone else’s skin but then I return to the realty that I’m living in and I think of myself as just another human being that is bound to walk these grounds with a purpose just like anyone else. Why am I so different than the others? Perhaps I’m not. Perhaps I just like to think of myself that way. What is my purpose then? Looking now through my life, these 20 years that have passed, I don’t see anything worthy.
I often drift away in my own thoughts. I imagine. My imagination is almost everything I ever had. Therefore I cherish it for it helped me get pass most of the problems that I had. But have I ever had any real problems, so to speak? Here I am now writing these ridiculous lines about myself without even knowing why, without them making any sense to anyone but myself.
I close this entry for today..
Post je objavljen 22.02.2005. u 00:06 sati.