If you ever wake up, and think that there's no love, I will always love you.
If you ever wake up, and can't find your purpose, I will hold a candle and help you find it.
If you ever wake up, and don't know who or why you are, I can tell you.
Please remember me, and let me give you reasons.
And this is why you're my favorite blogger.
I wake up like that every time i go to sleep...do please go ahead and tell me....why?
Thank you for that.
Hi. First of all I need to say english is not my native language so I appologize in advance if my spelling isn´t too good sometimes, or if I can't make some phrases come out right. I just came across your blog for the first time, kind of by mistake, and I haven't read enough yet to make up my mind on whether you're actually THAT guy, or you're just trying to catch up girls or sell books here, also to girls. But for some probably-not-important reason, this is the first time I ever post a comment on any blog. Ever. And I just wanted to say that (although you probably get things like this all the time) well you just give me that weird, great, crazy naive, magnificent feeling that it's so specific and so hard to describe. So idealistic in every possible way. In every possible good way. I know you've no idea what I'm talking about, and you maybe even think I'm crazy (or just plain stupid) but… I think you're looking for something and I don´t know what it is, but I'm also looking for something myself. You are not my answer, but if anything like your words is actually, truly in your head and heart, and if the little I’ve seen today could be fair enough for my wild imagination not be totally off track here when attempting to induce the rest of you: You inspire me wonders. Maybe the kind of feeling only abstracts or ideals can give. The thought of possibilities, of kind and wise things. The need to DO. Something. Something great, something heroic, something good and fair. Just for the pleasure of it. In a very different way, maybe even a childishly romantic kind of feeling, if I have to wonder whether I would’ve get the same feeling if these couple entries would have been was written by a girl instead. But I actually don´t mean that in a really romantic way, you know, you could be gay. It’s just… well it’s just something far too silly and intimate to explain properly to a stranger. Although I do have always wanted to find some sort of intimate, anonymous, mind reading, sleepless, unique, perfect stranger. Ever get that feel?
Yes i'll remember you and you have to give me reasons.i'll ask you some silly questions and you promise you'll not get irritated.if you can tell it is best for me.and at last thank you for your promises.i am happy for you remember me.
I wish you were my friend so you could always remind me.
I need this.
When are you going to find me?
This was perfect <3 beautiful
It's a lovely thought. Sorry for the buzz kill, Iain. Unfortunately, some people spend their entire existence trying to manipulate other people's emotions & create criminal opportunities spewing overreaching, delusional sentiments that often sound just like this one. Indeed, the world is as dark as it seems. And then some. That's the problem with the nature of evil - when you are offered something that sounds so loving and good, yet cannot tell the difference. (Fortunately,we both know who & what you are.
This is so beautiful, thanks for this.
I wish I could see you beyond those words.
This is amazing it made my whole day
Thank you All . We the collective. Tell them all. The meak will inheret this world and its illusion of time. We belong in eternal. Please believe and be strong. Light and love will carry us once more to the stars. Be still and listen. Our hearts are calling us home
but where are you?
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