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The Sweet Escape
Is a figment of my own imagination, of course.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
But it's not really a sin to dream (however ridiculous a dream it is), now is it? I need a day off...to sit down, and DREAM. Yes. I feel like I've lost my permit to dream and I want it back. Harsh reality is just killing me from the inside out. The future scares me. People threaten to rip me away from what little sanity I have left. I want to be a child again. Simply so that I can live in an imaginary world and not get my barely-there sanity questioned. (What an oxymoronic statement-yes, I'm a fan) Given the current circumstances, the thought of imaginary friends seems pretty appealing too. People tend to get so damned wrapped up in their own problems, their own misery and sorry tales, that everyone else around them vanishes without a say. That, is NOT fair. I'm not a saint, but at least I care. Too much, infact. Too much that my heart lacks the care and love it needs, because I'm giving it all to you. And you. AND you. But I'd really like to know whether, you'd ever return the favour in my times of need and desperation. Don't try to assure me, because I've never seen solid proof. Ever heard of the saying "I've wasted all my care on you and now I have no more left"? No? Well obviously not. Because it's the first time I'm saying it. I need to learn to not get emotional over someone else's emotional turmoils. But then again, if I don't do it, who will? Because everyone else feels the ease of ignorance. Ever heard of the saying "Ignorance is bliss"? Well of course you have. You live by it too. Just like everyone else. Leave me a comment if you don't, because heck I'd like to meet you. No. I NEED to meet you. :) Why the HELL do I feel like I have to satisfy everyone else's needs and whims? I, am NOT God. Heck, even God doesn't satisfy everyone else's needs and whims. Which is going to be my new daily mantra. But isn't it nice to see people happy? It makes you forget your own sorrows for abit. It's rather rejuvenating for my soul and spiritual wellbeing. Ha-ha. Hypocrite. Yes, I think I'm aware of my excess baggage. And yes, I think I have come to notice that it gets in the way. Alot. Pardon me for being Human. It is in my nature. I'm sure you understand. Pardon YOU for thinking all's well for me, just because all's well for you. I sound utterly pessimistic right now, but hey, I have needs too, have you forgotten? What kills me is the fact that nobody sees the importance in it, and what huge loss will follow. Everyone's blinded by the Here and Now to realize that anything is worth salvaging. If that is the case, then nothing will ever be worth salvaging, so why bother getting ourselves into it in the first place? Only Humans are capable of complicating life too much to be able to undo it and then sit around and wish they could turn back time. In my opinion, Humans are God's worst creation. Yes, I am Human too, so you pretty much get my drift here. :) Shannya Jotted Some Thingamagiks AT 12:42 AM
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I'd like to live on an island.
Where the sands are golden and the water turquoise.
Where the sun is my friend and the moon my guardian.
Where I am only with the people I love and people who love me.
Where music is the only source of oxygen.
Where I can do just about ANYTHING and nobody would give a fuck.
Where unnecessary, materialistic things are just that. unnecessary and materialistic.
Where money doesn't exist because we don't need it.
Where the air is clean and the sky always blue.
Where the only sources of light at night are from fire-flies and the stars above.
Where I have everything i want.
Where laughter never fades away.
Where illnesses are non-existent.
Where there is one race, one religion.
Where there is no heaven and hell.
Where I can sit around and have conversations with God.
Where I can sit around and have conversations with myself.
Where people are not afraid to say "I love you" and mean it ♥
Where nothing really matters.
I'm a dreamer.
So sue me.
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