Friday, September 25, 2009

The Village It Was






















We’re a city of aliens. Pretending to be people we’re not until we’re comfortable enough with each other to be who we are. So only you know who I am.

18 comments:

ildyko helena said...

beautiful and inspiring as always

vonyd said...

Why do we do this? Is it to protect ourselves.... or to fit in?
I'm vulnerable if you know me, but I want you to.

Anonymous said...

the photo is captivating...and so are the words.

yes. you're the only one who knows me..

atleast for me,
you're the only one - i want - to know the real me..

_code:ekz_ said...

you are the secret i'm gonna keep
in my heart..until my last breath..

thank you..

Susan Terese said...

completely true! love this post :)

Anonymous said...

first you need to know who you are.
then you can know who i am.
and then you can know what we are. together.

vox caecus said...

Only you know who I am

But you act just like them.

-LySa- said...

yup..we only be our true selves only with people we are comfortable with.huhu

misplacedfriend said...

And only you know who I'm not.

Let's be trendsetters and stop this madness. Abandon all logic and be true to ourselves no matter what is thought of us.

<3 enjoy your vacation, friend.

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Elliot Shaw said...

Inspiring indeed. I read this daily. I have started something similar, with photos that aren't quite as good as yours... You inspire.

Jude said...

Strangely necessary, but almost always counter productive.

Anonymous said...

how?

i did every possible way to take
a peek into your world...

but you only allowed me to stay outside of your door
and be contented to see you from
afar...but still..i'm happy with it..

The Confessionist said...

Very, very true and inspiring. Love it.

Anonymous said...

this makes me think of god.

speedico said...

It is a little different in my case though. Sometimes I find it easier to show my true feelings to an acquaintance than my close friends.

Mab said...

You knew me once.

But I've changed.

Anonymous said...

YOUR SO COOL MAN

No, really. You are.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful stranger, all I ask of you is that you let my worries become yours and you hold me when I cry and you are there to catch me when I fall.
Everyone else has been so confused about themself they don't know how to love them, so no chance of being able to care for me. You strum my pain with your fingers, your words touch me in all the right places.
I wondered if you world end your world to please mine I hope my love would prove ample compensation for your broken dreams and longing for home and all things familiar.
I write even through your because my heart is busting at the seams and without the comfort of your love, I can't sleep, I can't stay silent, let water under the bridge. I wish I was Adele, gifted and talented and lucky so that my misery would push me to number one and everywhere you would hear my name you'd be forced to hear my voice and you'd feel just for a while what it's like to be me.