::i'm not there::

It ended like a riot of perfumes. It wasn't the what I expected. Silence, experience shows, terrifies people most. And i continue to blame myself even when i am not to blame and for all these reasons I must listen, and now more than ever I should go out and explore what they world has to offer. I must leave.

::soundtrack::

It could not have continued any longer.

Was it love after all?

::it's all so new::

I was suppose to get on a plane the other day and I didn't. It was one of the best choices I ever made because now I am starting something very new. It was that movie moments that you only hope to one day will actually happen. And they do, if you are lucky. It was like que the indie rock soundtrack, say something inspirational. But I said the truth, I couldn't go see another guy, when I was made an offer that I couldn't refuse.

I have proably been with the most emotionally unavaiable people; as much as I loved their childish sensibilties, they never told me anything and I was put at a distance. Now I feel closer than ever and I always am thinking, "this has to be bullshit".

But it's not....it really isn't.

::me::

How I want to be remembered.

::closer to closure::

"I cried at the end, when I read it," Gosling says. "I just thought it was so romantic-the idea that you don't need to be loved in return in order to love something of someone. Love can come from you. It doesn't have to be reciprocal. People love their cars. People love all kinds of things and they really love them. And we don't really value that kind of love because it's not real, reciprocal kind of love, but it's real love to them."

::need::

Let it be.

::i need::

I need new lungs so I can feel I can breathe.