Here I am thinking to myself, life shouldn't be so complicated. People, nay, I like to complicate matters. I realize I love the misery it brings, it means I'm living. Or what? I remember my late mother saying to me that I would always love to do things the hard way, doing it or having it easy does not compel me.
It kinda shows up in my relationships too. I love the guys who are hard to get and I so easily give in to these kind of men while I pour my poor heart out into the hopes that this person will finally see the light of day and knowing all the while that this can never be because I decided to partner up with the ELUSIVE MAN.
I remember this friend of mine said, life shouldn't be complicated, it should be complexed, rich in its happenings and bountiful by the splendour which does not involve in burning a hole through one's pocket, or heart.
It's the little things in life that makes life worth living. The first time I saw this quote was from an Archie's digest. (Thanks to the aunties who had a love for books of all kinds). Even finding this quote from that digest is one of those little things in life, I was 8 back then. As I am writing all this down I am filled with the sweetness and innocence of this memory. Wow...Kinda feel like writing a poem right now...
My pen marks furiously at the blank pages that stare
right back at me
Mocking the idleness of my past
I question the purpose of my existence
Just to validate my worth
I sing, then mope then cry
When is this rollercoaster going to end??
I feel my heart wanting to sing
but it has forgot the notes to the key..
Waves of emotion strike me
In a blinding rage I try to give madness sense
Then I call on to the strength from within me
But it has failed me because..
The very strength that cures me
Is the very love that has left me....
Dang I don't know what I just rambled..
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