People will say anything to have attention. They will say what and who they are, but we don't listen because we want them to be what we want them to be. It all comes down to what I want versus what's expected from me.

last memoir

I wonder how your skin feels underneath the sweater I got you. Soft and as light as it can be feeling helpless without me. Do you feel like how you thought you would by now? Im not sad to see you go but Im only pretending you know.

Her visits to my mind are getting shorter by the second. I'm sure she’s moved on much easier than me. Boys drool over her shadow: her laughter does what the night does to the day.

If youre making love to her, think of the summer kisses. She’ll do you one further and leave your head pirouette. It's easy as it does it. But things aren’t clear when looking between the lines.

Dear me dear
me. I have lost my sleep
and can't recall where I
last left it, seems like
you should be here some
where. Did you leave me
or did you lose me
or did I ? Should I
begin the search for you ?
It's been fifteen days. I
became to realise

I thought this and you
thought that. I ran, you chased
you ran, I chased. forest red
to light black.
Hand over innocuous smile
playing perpetually.

Would it be alright if I came closer ?
Would it be alright if I move closer ?

You used to get it in your summer dress
rock me baby cake, gimme a kiss.

Where did you go, oh flo?
you took left to last lament lane
and you're not coming back again.

this blog

it seems that people all over the globe is somehow finding their ways to come to my blog. from random uk degree site, teeth whitening site, et cetera - i am fine with strangers coming and going. i do not care. i just want people to know that i make music (found on the link below) and this blog is where i write down my ideas and shit -


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I can't think of me without thinking of you. Vulnerable
feet; I need excuses you can't object. Frankly, I'm afraid
of the impact of your objection.
I want to.
I'll take my chance.
It'd be alright if I lose you as a friend,
when that occurs, you won't see me again.
I'll pretend that we were just some lovers.

Do you think that 'Love' is just a four lettered word
or do you take it more seriously?
Do you need to confirm yourself in front of a mirror every morn
to see if you've discovered what you didn't from the day
before? Oh, I'll just keep my mouth
tight before you walk out the door. If you do,
I won't see you again and
I'll pretend that we were just some lovers.

I've seen this in cowboy movies.
I want to live those moments,
not to sing dreadful songs about the summer,
and I want it with you.

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How often men should say "I love you"

A man should say "I love you" only three times in his life time. When he is in a trouble, when he is badly ill (assuming it would lead to a probable death), and when he is (definitely) dying.

I dunno how it works with other people saying that phrase to another human being. I have never told that to another human being, not even to my mother, the woman who gave birth to me. I could see me using that phrase in about ten or fifteen years from now, when my old man or my mother or my sister is hospitalized. I would say that for their comfort (although it is debatable, seeing as I would not know how I will be feeling about my family members in the future, but I would lie in those situations).

I have been with females that I have said "you're alright" to. Translating: "I think I can stand to be around you more than I thought, I should get your number." Then, I would say "I am attracted to you," when I mean: "I can't think of me without thinking of you." Call me ol' skool, I would never say those three words to a female or anybody else (unless I was in a trouble, or ill, or dying).

It was hot that evening. The boy with the glasses had rode his bicycle for an hour to meet a girl. His tee shirt was wet, his jeans soaked up the leg-sweat. His face was glistening and was flashy. He arrived at the destination before the time that was arranged to meet. He waited patiently. A girl showed up a few minutes after his arrival. She was in her red shoes.

"Hi." A girl in red shoes said to the boy with the glasses. She smiled and hugged him.
"Hi." The boy with the glasses responded the girl in red shoes.

That was the beginning of something new for both of them. They did not planned anything else than to meet for a cup of tea. The rest happened inexplicably and swimmingly that they felt like they had known one another for some time than they actually spent together.