Thoughtless NothingsA by AekmyMusings recorded from the last few days.
“If you’ve never felt something, how do you know what it is when you finally do? If you don’t know what anger is, how can you be angry? If you’ve never felt love, how do you love someone?” Its thoughts like these that plague my human mind. They dart between my ears, rushing back and forth, confusing me further. Pretty pictures stand still, waiting to be loved and appreciated as I rush by on these rubber wheels. Will they ever learn? Only window-shoppers glance through the squeaky glass to feast their eyes on the gorgeous, the beautiful, and the wonderful. Your plastic body stands still 24/7. Only when the manager, your creator, your lover, moves you do you get another view of the world. It may be a better outlook or it may be much worse. Skinny teenagers with warm flesh enter the room. Too bad your senses aren’t functioning. They pick out flimsy pieces of cloth for each day, wanting to impress that certain someone. I’m lost in you. The scent of the world takes me away, but you always seem to bring me back. Hate is easy; it doesn’t take guts. Love is not; it takes courage. I’ll be the petal on a rose if you shine bright in my sky, fueling me with gorgeous happiness. This life I’m leading is difficult. Loving you isn’t easy and saying it out loud is even harder. Do you understand? Letting my fences fall, these walls I’ve managed to maintain, and letting you strut in as you are is tearing me apart. But the love I feel for you overpowers my jealousy.
“There is beauty is uniqueness. Embrace the strange or perish in the ordinary.” “Insomnia tugs at my fingertips like a small child, pleading and begging for my undivided attention. © 2009 Aekmy |
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Added on October 2, 2009Last Updated on October 2, 2009 AuthorAekmyThere is beauty is uniqueness. Embrace the strange or perish in the ordinary.About"Leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection. - Anne Sexton" more..Writing
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