"We’re just two lost souls swimming in fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground and how we found the same old fears "
Stumbled over this quote.
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, well i'll be a good boy sitting at home studying for my upcoming midterms. I'm enjoying my single life despite the recent lost in love. Ah yes...one day at a time. A patched heart. It's been months now.
A lighthouse beaming encircling source of light searching the farstretched oceans.Like a holocaust offering up a sacrificial that is entirely consumed by flames. Like a dressing or covering applied to protect a wound or sore. Like a grandballroom sated with the sounds of violins.Like human profiles,solid figures that were silhouetted against the setting sun.Like a shimmer of a lonestar settled between serene skies and the horizons of a bright blue sea. Like a girl fumbling to find her black silk dress at the corner of her dresser. Like flickering flames leaping off the wicks of chandeliers. Like Louvre, only a fraction of Lourve are on the walls but the rest are in the basement, where it houses painting of art such as Da Vincci, Michelangelo, David, Chardin.Like when a charming man says "Comment doux vos regards de visage doucement encerclés par le clair de lune doux"- 'How sweet your face looks gently encircled by the soft moonlight' in French.
Thats love.
Im not very good with women.Perhaps i haven't found the right one.Maybe.Maybe this love thing is just like a grown-up version of Santa Claus,just a myth we believe since childhood, so we keep joining clubs, buying magazines, watching movies with hip hop songs played over a love montage and its all in this pathetic attempt to explain why our love Santa keep getting caught in the chimney.
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