In my iPod: Little by Little - Oasis
State of mind: Comfortably Restless
Location: Methodist Beach Bay
This is my televised secret: I often sometimes am doubtingly convinced that this steel wool heart of mine would never again fall as a preying victim of a confessed crush. But somehow this bountifully deprived feeling of loathing fondness for her is like a placid storm that conjures a fiery blizzard in the very core of me.
You could say that the complex simplicity and dormant violent tendency as bloggers has divided-ly unite the both of us, so much so I'm beginning to believe that maybe the two of us alone together are mis-matchingly compatible for each other and the thought of it slits a smile on my face and fills my entrails with flip-flopping butterflies.
So here I am, not searching for a resolution but just thoughts, thinking all that might have been if we were meant to be and it leaves a pleasant scorge of the sweetest daydream and a taste of what heaven could be.
But as reality sets in and once again I take my place in this great below, I know that I was never cut out for a fairy-tale life of happy endings because my life is an ongoing horror flick with a morbid ending and she deserves so much more than this. So I‘ll keep this beautiful pain locked up deep inside of me; as a reminder that even this broken down washed out soul can still remember how love and affection really feels like.