Come Hither.

Hasty, hasty.


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I guess I just got hurt, really hurt. And sometimes, when that happens, something inside just shuts off.

That's all I needed, our "alone-time", together.

I understand now, how it's like having to keep convincing a person, time and again, that I'm not here to vie for affection, for love, or to permanently take away or remove anyone. Time and again, I've tried. But the efforts went unappreciated, I think. Regardless, I'm told then to remove myself from such confrontation, exposure, vibes. It's difficult, y'know, the 'having to ignore someone' role I've to partake, especially when there's the unknowing yet urging need to provide instant replies to every questions or conversations, lest the other party feels left out/ neglected/ ignored.

I'll see what I can do about it, at the same time, softening the blow,perhaps? Sigh, stuck dead, then. Can never deal with emotional confrontations, I suppose. They hurt me, in one way or another.

They'll always find their way.
Sigh.



Beautiful things come out of horrible situations, I know for a fact. Out of sadness, you get a newfound wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds, how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a whole new way. And that it may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to accept. But it's so damn beautiful, if you really take the chance to realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every beat, it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything, there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent, and it is such a blessing to be able to feel what you feel.

You just have to think about it.



Making conversations.