'I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying.'
-Charles C. Finn

Wednesday 18 May 2011

Favourite Sunday Post Secret.

It's been awhile I know, I've been slacking, just things have gotten so hectic.
Today I was looking through the Sunday Postsecret's that I so rudely had forgotten about and found this one: 
Well I have just recently gone through a break up, and although I may have been the one to do it, it still takes a bit of my soul every time I hurt someone. They are all such great men that I hurt, amazing people really and any girl WOULD be lucky to even keep their attention for as long as I do; but either there is no connection or they aren't truly ready for my life, but they are in such denial that they don't see it. So I end up breaking hearts, getting labelled as a man eater, and rather then having guy pursue me because they care for me, they do it because they are curious what the hype is and they are positive they are 'the man', gods gift to any woman.


Anyway, The postsecret caught my attention simply because I have spoken with people about that loving passionate sex, you know the kind where you look into each others eyes, slow movements, feeling every movement, the sex where your energy's become one, as do your thoughts, your love, in love. Oh you know what I'm talking about? good! because I have no clue.


Any woman in the world, would love to know a secret like that one up there. To know that someone misses you so badly they don't care to the involvement of intercourse but rather the tender words exchanged between the two of you.


Who ever this secret belong to, I highly suggest you tell your ex, who knows maybe they will reveal something back to you; then again, they probably won't answer your phone call, so, never mind.

Thursday 12 May 2011

Another gone

Another gone and done, and with each falling rock I realize more and more what it is I want. 
This is nothing to be mourned over, nor something to be ecstatic over, it simply just is. 
Another stepping stone.


The children, work, the few people I hold dear to me.
That is all that should matter, that is all I should be focused on. 


I prefer sombre and sober; just so you know.