Friday, November 25, 2011

The Fact That I'm Just Not Perfect














(The highways are filled with the dead inside).

The highways are filled with people on their way to other people.

(Look at the way they're looking at you with glassy eyes).

Look at how lonely they are and desperate for another human.

(The world needs to be burned down. Look at the news).

The world is filled with beautiful people. Look at the news.

(Never apologise).

I'm sorry.

(I am me).

No.

You're not.

24 comments:

Ovais said...

I love this.
It's like a mixture of paradoxes.

Anonymous said...

Reminds me of the walking dead show.

Anonymous said...

If you only knew, how you haunt me.
I miss you

JS said...

This is beautiful

FeverDream said...

(it's what i think)
and what i say

funny (scary) how different they tend to be, isn't it?

thebackgroundstory.com said...

Mmmmmm I feel like getting some sushi now.

thebackgroundstory.com said...

I want sushi now.

Anonymous said...

I don't need to be perfect. I just need to be who I know I am. And somehow, even that's difficult.

zonedin said...

If you could only hear the words inside my head, we'd be perfect.

Anonymous said...

You break my heart
(You break my heart)

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry,

Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

I'll always remember you the same.

Anonymous said...

I enjoy hearing him moving his feet, he shakes the earth and I can feel his vibe.

Our eyes meet in the glass behind the professor, I experience these splitsecond moments so intense..
He's always staring back, the two times I dared.

He opens the door and my eyes meet his eyes..

he doesnt look up to the professor he stares at me..

I love that he sometimes speak silent first and then louder; he isn't shy for words.

I love to observe with my ears as he sits one seat directly to my right behind me.

I can feel him close; my troat is on fire in a good way now.

Last time he was in the studyroom unsuspected I couldnt breathe.. 45 minutes I have read Physics and I can not remember a single thing besides the chapter's name and his white shirt. My eyes were focussed on his heart not his chest.

I love how I feel my coat comes closer to me when he moves his feet towards the back of my chair.

I love how I dont want to speak to him, do not want to contact him in any other way than that my hear is already doing.

I love I can sit silently when he runs away.

I won't ruin this . I promise .
I love you as certain dark things are loved, behind the shadows of the soul. I love you dear, I love you till Africa and China meet.
I love you how the salmon sing in the street.

Anonymous said...

The wind through my heart and mind is fierce. Sharp.

Les legumes.

His eyes look at me, his hair dances along.

Omelette du fromage.

Never speak words of wisdom.
A lover can not forget.

18+ Confession, everytime he's near me I experience a pre-orgasm emotion. the intensity of the adrenaline vibe makes me.......

want to run
to get him out of my system.

He can not take control till the weddingnight, masturbation is not worth a confession.

Dear love

Knight said...

I don't know how I found you but I want to know you.

Anonymous said...

If only you could love me. If only you could find me. I need you. I've waited for years. The agony is making me bitter. Please come now, I want to to be my love. I want to fight our battles together Don't wait so long you need to save me from myself. I've saved all this love for you. Lets build something beautiful together. Come now, come here.

Anonymous said...

If the blond guy with the piercing blue eyes understands that this, these comments were directed to him. He should print it out, show it to me and stare into my eyes.

Christians wear crosses around their necks, some of them do. I do.
Atheists sometimes were usb-cables around their necks, some of them do. Certain professors do.

Some cords have the shape of a cross if they were unleashed by the usb-stick. Sometimes it makes me wonder.. your ''page'' didn't told me you were christian.. your eyes did the first time we ''meet''. Google only confirmed this.

Maybe It's like a mixture of paradoxes. What's happening right now. I'm blessed to be learning so much at such a young age. The heart was made to be broken, I would love you to break my heart, charming young fellow.

I'm too naive to not believe in love :) You should be as stupid as I am because bitterness will not get you up, high up, to watch over the ones you love. Though I must add I believe making restrictions for yourself is a part of a well lived life.

Anonymous said...

The whole exists in paradox. There is no right without wrong, no long without short, no fast without slow, I love you and fear you just the same.

Self contradicting & compulsive

me

Anonymous said...

"The whole exists in paradox. There is no right without wrong, no long without short, no fast without slow, I love you and fear you just the same."

This is our shared journey. Frustrating and yes - maddening at times, but not hopeless. Certainly not without love or lacking in insight and growth. A wise soul once told me to let go of the outcome. This is our shared journey. When you're ready, walk with me for a little while. Rest when you need to. Go your own way when you must, as will I. Just please don't forget to write. I love your letters. I love you. It hurts to miss you too much.

Anonymous said...

"This is our shared journey. Frustrating and yes - maddening at times, but not hopeless. Certainly not without love or lacking in insight and growth. A wise soul once told me to let go of the outcome. This is our shared journey. When you're ready, walk with me for a little while. Rest when you need to. Go your own way when you must, as will I. Just please don't forget to write. I love your letters. I love you. It hurts to miss you too much."

Let me get to where I need to be and we'll walk. I love you ALWAYS. I miss you everyday.

Anonymous said...

I miss you. I love you. I'm hurt yet facing forward.
No more abuse in my life. I will stop the verbal abuse back to my abusers by abondoning them what they have done a long long time ago.

I love you, I miss you, till we meet again.

klara said...

Why do I cry. I guess I needed this one.

I have a friend I just don't understand. He can't be what he says he is. "I don't need people. I don't need friends. I don't trust them. Trust is naivity. Man is naturally bad. You don't have to trust me. I don't trust you. I don't understand you. I know I'm unbearable. I'm sure you can't bear me. I know I'm ugly. I'm an exception. I can control my feelings. I'm happy alone. People just say stuff but they don't mean it. I am like this."
And that's only some of the nonsense he says. While he keeps smiling and laughing.

I don't get it. His heart is there for a reason. I'm his friend for a reason.

Anonymous said...

This is like an internal debate. Full of contradictions. But that's what internal dialogue is all about. Right?

LollZ said...

I love the schizophrenic quality this has :D

Anonymous said...

love reading the comments :)