I don't understand how pictures can transmit so much of an expression or even energy. Or is it just that certain people only are able to decode what your eyes are trying to reflect... and that happens to be me.
And why did we meet? In such a way, and distanced by distance.
Sometimes, distance makes things so intriguing and magic in a way, just due to that tremendous feeling distance is capable to create. It either creates something or creates nothing.
When it hits the right place, the right time, two persons lock. Sometimes, only one.
There are days that I feel nothing, or maybe just the memories. However, you're still there.
You then come back and then I have to check upon you.
You are so lovely, so lovely, that it makes me wonder many times a day what you may be doing at that given moment I think about you.
There was a silly book I was reading. It clears up some doubts; with some exceptions.
It promotes one to becoming an asshole. Being an asshole has just worsened things more. I wasn't born to be one, so it doesn't suit me well.
The art of being nice, yourself, and not being pushed by social constraints or any lessons given by anyone. No games, just you.
Sometimes it's hard to explain how I feel. I am me, myself, of course. I still am confident, strong, and all this, but very sensitive toward others. Altruism. Do you believe in that?
Embraced by beauty, laying entwined in vanity, greed, narcissism ... are just a few things people need to escape from nowadays, or it's maybe just culture.
Give me my guitar, some music and my bike. All these feelings are gone and I don't mind if other people have them. I just want to help some people to see the real purpose of life. Nothing is appearance anymore, forget about primping.
I think about you... regardless whether you think of me or not. :)