a little romance with life

One of those days When you realize That you don’t have the courage to say even half the things on your mind And when you do, the voice comes out too tiny, a little too soft On other rare occasions, when it seems loud enough to be heard Somehow, nobody seems to be listening. One of those days When you wish That you could shrink to 2 inches tall So you could hide in the corner of your drawer And never see the people, meet the people you could fall in love with And give them the power to cause you incredible pain That takes too long to go away. One of those days When you wonder Whether you are headed for the worse With thoughts that scare you as they appear And ideas that are too frightening to kept And whether you’ll ever find people Who’ll still love you, no matter what. One of those days When you think That maybe your jokes are too stupid And that you smile too much And wonder, what people really think about you And whether you...

Sometimes words fall short not because you can’t construct a sentence that means all the things that your heart has been shouting out for SO long, but because you can’t get the right ears to listen to them. So it doesn't matter if you hold it in or scream out loud cause deep inside you’ll be scratching and pulling, crying and yelling, wishing and praying, for some people to listen to what you have to say. And sooner or later you will give up, you say you won’t but yes you will. And the day will come when you’ll speak so much without ever really saying the things you actually want to say.

Has this ever happened to you, that all the rules you had always lived by stop making sense somehow? Like all the things you didn't like don't seem so unlikable anymore? and as if the things you liked have suddenly vanished into the air? The everyday thoughts mix to the sand and a strange freedom captures you, and it feels scary scary, because you're just not ready. And scary, because you can no longer recognize you.

I want to know the stories that touch your heart The songs that make you cry The words that make you laugh The photos that make you yearn to be there The movies you wish happened to you I want to know what made you what you are today Why you like the things you like? What makes you think your hair looks nice one way and not the other?       And your heart, Is it wounded or fit and fine? Who do you talk to when you don’t want to talk to anyone? Could it someday be me? Ah, and the quotes! Which are the ones you wish you had written? And how about the ones that seem to be too foolish to you? I want to know the places you love The places you want to go to Whom do you want to go with? Could it, in some distant future, be me? Are you scared of the dark? And does silence make you feel too weird? And how would you plan your perfect date? Would you plan a special evening? Or just ask her out for a simple coffee?...