people aren't pictures

which is why when you feel that it'll take everythin you have and you think that it'll take a lifetime to accomplish, you need to remember that that's exactly what you have. the heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do for it is called pickin yourself up off the floor.


it's when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. it sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know "this is love." and we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. but people change. people aren't pictures. and you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.

so you look for patterns because that's what humans do to try and make sense of things. in hope of some divine order. and you look in movies and songs and the things that you read for symbols, points and swirls that match your own. but the only real pattern there is, is the one you make when you hold up a mirror. And reflect.

yes, we could kiss. i could kiss you and you could kiss me. there's no science, plane ticket or clock stoppin us. but if we kiss, it will end the world. and i've ended the world before. no one survived. least of all me.

there are so many people readin these words now that if you put your hand against the screen, i can promise you, no matter what time it is, no matter where you are, someone else who feels the same is doing it too.

you are more than welcome to copy me and the things i do. i'll be busy doing new things while you do that.

you think you’re waitin for help. for someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. so all you’re really waitin for, is a time when you’re forced to do it.


"There were times when he caught me, but there were more times he let me fall and finally it came time for me to learn that I could pick myself up off the ground, and walk away." - Charlie Brown


and when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter. they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long...

life, i really believe, is about fallin in love. with ideas, with stories, with experiences, with job, mistakes, adventures, poetry, imaginations, old books, new books, movies, music, and, of course, people. everything that is worthwhile in this world is worth falling in love with, and i can’t imagine a better way to live one’s life than to be always head over heels. who says love is all bout dreamin'. :P