just foolishness
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Good memories keep haunting my cave. But why haunting if they are good [memories]?
Because i have to forget them in order to avoid (more) sorrow.
A loss of memory would fit perfectly for this situation. lol. It would end the haunting thing once and for all.
I'm writing it mostly for what i felt some weeks ago... today i can say that i have almost gotten it over. And it seems funnier and funnier while time passes...
That's just the way it is.
Too good to be true.
hahahaha
May 06, 2007
May 02, 2007
Silence is what I best utter.
Has anyone ever said that before? If so, tell me please...
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Silence, along with solitude, is sometimes - if not most of the times - the best choice for oneself (or myself only, don't know). Like Thoreau said in Walden (his kind of) solitude is not something bad for you, or sad.
It is not a question of not having friends, or being a freak, a weirdo... It is simply a choice of life, a good choice, I believe.
I was thinking the other day... sometimes i stay alone at home and just don't like the experience of being by myself. In those days i'd rather be in some public place, full of people, but by myself. Could you get it? I'm still trying to figure it out. But i gotta explain it better...
It is like that (something similar also found in Thoreau): you can be surrounded by people and still be alone, in your mind. That's my preferred solitude, specially when i find myself among people, how can i say it, who don't interest me, i don't know... and that's where the silence comes, just a consequence of being alone in my mind and drowning in my thoughts (not that they are great or that there are many of them).
Solitude is usually seen by 'regular' people as something negative, as someone who is sad, who has got depression and sits all day at the corner of a room with his/her head down between his/her knees, not wanting to be near anyone at any time. At least that's how i see other people's view of solitude. And that is not what i am talking about.
As i've said before, i sometimes don't like to stay physically alone, but i praise for this "mind-loneliness", so you can find yourself, you can detach yourself from the standards, from this sometimes noisy and silly society. So you can create your own world - and i make my own cave. Or "my own prison". Suffer in silence.
Just an observation: sometimes i like to be alone among people mainly because i like to observe people, as if i were some other "creature" than human, i.e. the projection of my world, my cave.
Strange, but that's the best i can do using a written language.
Anyway, some other day i'll try to develop this subject or talk about other stuff...
whatever... =p
I guess i didn't make that clear of my solitude... it is more as Thoreau's (read Walden, chapter 5)
Has anyone ever said that before? If so, tell me please...
---
Silence, along with solitude, is sometimes - if not most of the times - the best choice for oneself (or myself only, don't know). Like Thoreau said in Walden (his kind of) solitude is not something bad for you, or sad.
It is not a question of not having friends, or being a freak, a weirdo... It is simply a choice of life, a good choice, I believe.
I was thinking the other day... sometimes i stay alone at home and just don't like the experience of being by myself. In those days i'd rather be in some public place, full of people, but by myself. Could you get it? I'm still trying to figure it out. But i gotta explain it better...
It is like that (something similar also found in Thoreau): you can be surrounded by people and still be alone, in your mind. That's my preferred solitude, specially when i find myself among people, how can i say it, who don't interest me, i don't know... and that's where the silence comes, just a consequence of being alone in my mind and drowning in my thoughts (not that they are great or that there are many of them).
Solitude is usually seen by 'regular' people as something negative, as someone who is sad, who has got depression and sits all day at the corner of a room with his/her head down between his/her knees, not wanting to be near anyone at any time. At least that's how i see other people's view of solitude. And that is not what i am talking about.
As i've said before, i sometimes don't like to stay physically alone, but i praise for this "mind-loneliness", so you can find yourself, you can detach yourself from the standards, from this sometimes noisy and silly society. So you can create your own world - and i make my own cave. Or "my own prison". Suffer in silence.
Just an observation: sometimes i like to be alone among people mainly because i like to observe people, as if i were some other "creature" than human, i.e. the projection of my world, my cave.
Strange, but that's the best i can do using a written language.
Anyway, some other day i'll try to develop this subject or talk about other stuff...
whatever... =p
I guess i didn't make that clear of my solitude... it is more as Thoreau's (read Walden, chapter 5)
April 24, 2007
Metalingus
by Alter Bridge
I've been defeated and brought down
Dropped to my knees when hope ran out
The time has come to change my ways
On this day
I see clearly
Everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all
Leave it all behind
I'll never long for what might have been
Regret won't waste my life again
I won't look back I'll fight to remain
On this day
I see clearly
Everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind
On this day
It's so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive
Fear will kill me
All I could be
Lift these sorrows
Let me breathe
Could you set me free
Could you set me free
On this day
I see clearly
Everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
We'll leave it all behind
On this day
It's so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive
by Alter Bridge
I've been defeated and brought down
Dropped to my knees when hope ran out
The time has come to change my ways
On this day
I see clearly
Everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all
Leave it all behind
I'll never long for what might have been
Regret won't waste my life again
I won't look back I'll fight to remain
On this day
I see clearly
Everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind
On this day
It's so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive
Fear will kill me
All I could be
Lift these sorrows
Let me breathe
Could you set me free
Could you set me free
On this day
I see clearly
Everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
We'll leave it all behind
On this day
It's so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive
March 27, 2007
Coconut Skins
Damien Rice
you can hold her hand
and show her how you cry
explain to her your weakness so she understands
and then roll over and die
or you can brave decisions
before you crumble up inside
spend your time asking everyone else's permission
then run away and hide
you can sit on chimneys
put some fire up your ass
no need to know what you're doing or waiting for
but if anyone should ask..
tell them i've been lickin' coconut skins
and we've been hanging out
tell them god just dropped by to forgive our sins
and relieve us our doubt
you can hold her eggs
but your basket has a hole
you can like between her legs and go looking for..
tell her you're searchin' for her soul
or you can wait for ages
watch your compost turn to coal
but time is contagious
everybody's getting old
so you can sit on chimneys
put some fire up your ass
no need to know what you're doing or looking for
but if anyone should ask..
tell them i've been cookin' coconut skins
and we've been hanging out
tell them god just dropped by to forgive our sins
and relieve us our doubt
January 18, 2006
Thank You
by Jamelia
oh oh no oh yea yea
The fights, those nights
I tried to pretend it don't hurt
The way, I prayed
Someday that you would love me
Really, completely
Just how I wanted it to be
But no, so wrong
Can't believe I stayed with you so long
You hit, you spit, you split, ever-y bit of me, yeah
You stole, you broke, you're cold
You're such a joke to me, yeah
For every last bruise you gave me
For every time I sat in tears
For the million ways you hurt me
I just wanna tell you this
You broke my world, made me strong
Thank you
Messed up my dreams, made me strong
Thank you
My head, near dead
Just the way you want it
My soul, stone cold
Cos I was under you're control
So young, so dumb
Knew just how to make me succum
But I un-derstand
To make yourself feel like a man
You hit, you spit, you split, ever-y bit of me, yeah
You stole, you broke, you're cold
You're such a joke to me, yeah
thankyou
For every last bruise you gave me
For every time I sat in tears
For the million ways you hurt me
I just wanna tell you this
You broke my world, made me strong
Thank you
Messed up my dreams, made me strong
Thank you
You coulda had it all babe
It coulda been so right (so right)
I woulda given you everything (everything)
Morning through night
Yeah, you taught me some lessons (lessons)
Those are my blessings (blessings)
That wont happen again (again)
Thank you
by Jamelia
oh oh no oh yea yea
The fights, those nights
I tried to pretend it don't hurt
The way, I prayed
Someday that you would love me
Really, completely
Just how I wanted it to be
But no, so wrong
Can't believe I stayed with you so long
You hit, you spit, you split, ever-y bit of me, yeah
You stole, you broke, you're cold
You're such a joke to me, yeah
For every last bruise you gave me
For every time I sat in tears
For the million ways you hurt me
I just wanna tell you this
You broke my world, made me strong
Thank you
Messed up my dreams, made me strong
Thank you
My head, near dead
Just the way you want it
My soul, stone cold
Cos I was under you're control
So young, so dumb
Knew just how to make me succum
But I un-derstand
To make yourself feel like a man
You hit, you spit, you split, ever-y bit of me, yeah
You stole, you broke, you're cold
You're such a joke to me, yeah
thankyou
For every last bruise you gave me
For every time I sat in tears
For the million ways you hurt me
I just wanna tell you this
You broke my world, made me strong
Thank you
Messed up my dreams, made me strong
Thank you
You coulda had it all babe
It coulda been so right (so right)
I woulda given you everything (everything)
Morning through night
Yeah, you taught me some lessons (lessons)
Those are my blessings (blessings)
That wont happen again (again)
Thank you
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