| Friday, September 01, 2006 |
| Between the Visions and the Work |
Is the YOU in my head!
Hi girl. It feels funny the way i miss you. I jua am a mjinga 4 most of my mails are forwards, most of my sms WERE (b4 i lost the phone) really a way to get you to respond to this weired person inside of me who seriously misses you.
I don't know when and how you will get this and why i write this, and thats why i write it. I can always deny later that i said it but now....... now i want to speak to you, i want to tell you so many things.
I just dunno why but i feel like i cant get you to talk to me any more. i miss the long talks and the long walks we used to have where we could say anything and everything to each other without fear of judgement or anything else. So forgive me if i seem to want to write till forever.
I have a lot of anger issues of which i cant tell anyone about and i cant write or SMS (si yahoo always deletes old IM after you read) you that's why i chose this. Now i want to stop. i want to stop because i have just read the stuff am writing.
I want to smile knowing that i have someone who shares the same smile with me. Am always smiling coz i still have a picture of you in my mind, the YOU i know: smiling coz i jua, i trust, i hope that wherever you are you're smiling. Talk to me some time, even if its"just to say hi". It means a whole lot to me.
I will not go out drinking or whoring to forget you, i will not simmer in the memories of me and you, i will not try to get you to talk to me again. I will not bother you at 1 am in the morning with booty calls, neither will i call you at 5am and declare my drunken, slurry love for you.
I will get up, deal with my issues, smile at every new day that rises and just be.
"Only time can tell how the clock ticks"
Life is made up of choices and the choices we make up our lives. You chose another path, i was left standing and no matter how hard i've tried to lead you back to my path, you fade away, in the distance: Now am forced to stand on my toes, to catch a glimpse of you before you disappear into the mountains.
Mountains
Mountains of life, of love and hate, of hope and despair.
Somewhere.
Where it would have been me and you.
Is just me
Is just you?
A wooden smile is what i wear, while i gather up the slivers lining the pit of my heart, as i go about seeking another light to dispell the fear, the loneliness, and chase away those dreams, and give me new ones, fantastic or horriffic.
Let me be me
Let me......... |
posted by Sammie @ 1:07 PM  |
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at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. you are very promising. i hope you get her back. i'm also kind of sailing in the same boat with you. just come out of the cabin and you will see me by the deck. good luck. i understand you perfectly.
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at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. you are very promising. i hope you get her back. i'm also kind of sailing in the same boat with you. just come out of the cabin and you will see me by the deck. good luck. i understand you perfectly.