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Monday, August 20, 2007

Fire and Ice
Would the fire melt the ice or would the ice put out the fire?

An alien that's what I am. I isolate to protect myself. I have grown to be a very independent person. I do not like depending on people because I know that you can only depend on yourself. you come to this world alone, you leave this world alone. According to Frost he would opt for fire either however, if the world was to perish twice he would opt for ice instead. Will I perish with fire or will I perish with ice? I would rather have fire than ice. It spreads faster. No long term damage. Quick and fast like a snap. Ice like hate can destroy your very soul; the coldness, the ignorance and the apathy you go through is harder than the sting of fire. Alone that's what I am.

7:27 PM
SOMETHING

-Music is my refuge. I could crawl into the spaces between the notes and curl my back to loneliness-

-It is cruel you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain, of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony -

-Maybe... maybe emotions become so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.-

-When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares-

-Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or lifetime is certain for those who are friends-

-In every human heart is a place where you put your broken dreams. When something doesn't work out, no matter what it may be, you just have to give it up and stuff it In with your other broken dreams. And make sure to keep the lid tight-

-Life's complexities are also life's source of beauty. We should all have to cry at one point to appreciate how it feels to laugh again, and crumble down and be broken so that you can be whole again-

-Words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out-

-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-

-We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love-