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Anthony David

It seems I am at the end and the beginning, of what it is gone and what it is to come. 

For what may come, I can only dream it, wish it and either, wait for it or run to it. But it would be to run into nothingness.

My dreams come true, if only . . . A memory only or wishful thinking. Unrealistic, exactly, I know reality too well.

To be loved why does it seem that we are not to love ourselves too? To be loved why does it seem that we are to sacrifice our heart and soul?

To keep them, to keep myself then it is for me the endless death of ongoing existence. Or it could only be that I feel sad today and tomorrow he will be gone from my thoughts.

Gone forever, until I see him again or hear him, or maybe until I see a cat or hear the rain. I’ll  forget him until my next Sunday morning cup of coffee.

Or maybe tomorrow I’ll remember when I was hurt, or when I cried, or when I didn’t understand and this thoughts will push him out of my mind.

At the end and at the beginning as it is suppose to be. To make room for what it is to come some things need to be gone. 

Gone, but not gone, never or maybe always.

The catchfrase

I hate pseudo-inspirational phrases, specially on Facebook. Things like When you stop chasing the wrong things the right one will catch you. So, basically I’m an absolute idiot and instead of going for what I want and deserve I should just wait around for someone or something not of my choosing to come to me – or for me. –¬† Disney Princess syndrome big time, and I hate it.

Inspiration

And so, I feel like . . . a naive and slightly lost girl. I dream and hope, and then I despair. Such is life, or my life is such. I’ll just have to wait until my heart stops. Until it stops . . .

Waiting

Death awaits us all,
Two options we have, that is all,

To let go or,

To tell the truth we carry hidden in our hearts like a secret treasure.

I haven’t decided which one to choose yet.

And he touched me

And, of course, I dreams with him or of him.

It was late at night and we were clubbing with other people, it must have been really late since there was hardly anybody out. I asked him to dance with me but he said no and then took off down the street.

The night was dark and the streets deserted, I ask him while he walked away if he wanted company and he said always . . . He looked at me and waited for me to catch up with him. As we walked side by side he run his fingers through my hair and smiled.