Lost Love Lust

Tags: My thoughts

• spontaneous combustion of opinions.

  I would like to discuss a few matters, to put them “on paper” as one would put it. Many times, friends and I would discuss religion, and I would be asked what I “believe” in.  My replies were usually scattered, and I truly felt the need to put them down somewhere to organize them a [...]

• return policy.

  Under the warm water I find my silence. No thoughts or repercussions, Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing. My writing is nothing. My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance. My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious. Hidden. Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play [...]

• propriety.

  To innocently log onto this technological piece of paper once more. To give out thought, feeling, suppression. Like the drawing of blood from the mind and soul, to write is a passion, a frustrating yet beautiful obsession. Perhaps a flower, that takes much time to fully blossom. Often it can show realistic desire, or endless [...]

• a buon intenditor poche’ parole.

  It is quite ironic how the post before this is the epitome of depression and pessimism, and  this post pours optimism and mellow smiles. But that is what life is, corect? A correlation of beauty and irony, perhaps the dependent equation upon which we live on. Without the bad, the good does not taste as sweet yes? Home alone, Italian music [...]