Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest man on earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and how you are with other people, and in every single thought that you have, and how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you rule, and never get that they just met the simplest man alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.
I looked into his eyes again today.. seemed like nothing had changed. Was it the same story that Alice experienced in wonderland? What is this Mad Hatter upto anyways?
He cant be taken.. I tried.. but he flutters away. I desperately try to hate him, thats the only escape I have. Maybe this is the despair of my human life. There is something so agonizing yet so beautiful of this superficial relationship I share with this immortal taken soul. Surrounded with his jesters, he's rules like a king from the tales. His sight makes me weak, but his words make me strong. Is this what they name as intermediate love? Maybe or Maybe not..
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