You make me happy. You won't be around for too long. I have words in my pocket and I am going to write them down. Fairy lights make me happy. You won't let me question. There's laughter and there's cheer. We are beautiful people. I see us disappear, soonest
You know, a lot has happened in the past week. A lot. You could say it was all a bit too much. And if it had to do with things, I'm an expert at handling them. But with people, I can only fold myself up in a neat pile and lock myself in and let my theories grow inside that head until they consume me like one big monster munchie. You get the point?
A part of me is to be blamed. Because I am not used to handling people. I have never let myself handle people. I'v treated them like my television set. If the show starts choking my head, switch over to some other channel until the show gets done. Detach basically. Nice. Clean. Neat. And simple.
Or is it Attach. Detach. Never attach back? I think it's this ways.
I can forget people. It is *this* easy for me. (And I am not talking about memory-wise forgetting them here. Headdesk.) It's almost like, I need to figure some things out, rationalize a bit and Lo! you'v been shut out of my line of thought.
Being judged is not a worry. We all have a right to be judgemental. Only, we must try and not get 'the others' in the picture no? Paint your own conclusions. Why rely on 'the others' ?
If you thought gold-diggers is just a phrase, think twice. Gold diggers, people who change colours, complicated people, storytellers, happy people, they all exist for real.
Also, I'm no sad smiley even as I type this okay? Just that I got thinking and all that jazz :]
Double also, I need a wind-chime !!
For some good luck .
And in parallel universe something made me recall this dialogue from the movie "Love Me If You Dare"
You know, a lot has happened in the past week. A lot. You could say it was all a bit too much. And if it had to do with things, I'm an expert at handling them. But with people, I can only fold myself up in a neat pile and lock myself in and let my theories grow inside that head until they consume me like one big monster munchie. You get the point?
A part of me is to be blamed. Because I am not used to handling people. I have never let myself handle people. I'v treated them like my television set. If the show starts choking my head, switch over to some other channel until the show gets done. Detach basically. Nice. Clean. Neat. And simple.
Or is it Attach. Detach. Never attach back? I think it's this ways.
I can forget people. It is *this* easy for me. (And I am not talking about memory-wise forgetting them here. Headdesk.) It's almost like, I need to figure some things out, rationalize a bit and Lo! you'v been shut out of my line of thought.
Being judged is not a worry. We all have a right to be judgemental. Only, we must try and not get 'the others' in the picture no? Paint your own conclusions. Why rely on 'the others' ?
If you thought gold-diggers is just a phrase, think twice. Gold diggers, people who change colours, complicated people, storytellers, happy people, they all exist for real.
Also, I'm no sad smiley even as I type this okay? Just that I got thinking and all that jazz :]
Double also, I need a wind-chime !!
For some good luck .
And in parallel universe something made me recall this dialogue from the movie "Love Me If You Dare"
Julien: You know... there were lots of things I was game for that you never said.
Sophie: Like?
Julien: Eating ants... insulting the unemployed... loving you like crazy.
[they kiss]
I don't know where this 'dialogue with self' came from, but it told us a lot about you, Abbas.
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