Sunday, July 24, 2011

Keep Smiling

Even when your heart is breaking, keep smiling.

When the dark clouds hover above you, covering

The sun’s rays, and seems to be gone forever, lamenting,

The fact that you’re gone forever and I’m crying.


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Friday, July 8, 2011

FREE PICTURE: Cat Suckling From Dog

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An Imperfect Love Letter for a Perfect Love

My Darling,

I just know. It is a feeling I have never experienced. It is a feeling that cannot be expressed in words. It is impossible to put it in words. There will always be something more to add and even then it will not describe it.

Okay, let me try.

Right from the start I knew I was falling in love with you and I was trying to stop myself that is why I sent you that letter telling you about being a bum. All the jobs I had done and so on. I was thinking that once she knows she will just tell me to get lost and that will be that. I have always been unreasonable in my approach to things, but I could not deny how I was feeling. I used to read all your answers, even the difficult ones and other answers I could not even understand.

I know I love you because I can't stop thinking of you.
I know I love you because when you are not there I feel empty.
I know I love you because I feel you are a part of me.
I know I love you because you took my heart and I let you.
I know I love you because I love you.

What is the use of going on with this description. It will never say everything.

Okay, I know I love you because I have realized that you are as big a Dumbo as I am.

Happy now?


Sunday, July 3, 2011


Sadness is what I feel, when I thought of you today.

I feel confused, uncertain of what I have to say.

Do you truly love me or just your favorite toy?

To use and then keep out of sight, when you no longer enjoy?

Sadness engulfs me with an eerie stillness.

I tried to look for you amidst the gelid blueness.

To reassure myself that the love is still indeed a true perception.

Or is it just the product of my fertile and rabid imagination?