that's cute isn't it. i don't really care if its somehow cheesy or what. because it really is cute to me. definitely something i would run after, even for my whole life ^^
i was once a person not knowing how love could be that good, or in this case, tastes good. i know love is big since forever. love is the ultimate power could ever exist. the ultimate power could ever change a person. the ultimate power ones could ever be very thankful. the ultimate power could turn the world upside down, for real. and the ultimate power could never be spelled as well. and so on. thats what i know, and honestly, thats what i always believe. its just there you see the missing part. nobody smart seems like willing to say that love means happiness, or at least, that love tastes good. and frankly, there were i, just like a dizzy hippie.
and now im gladly mumbling about household craps as if im talking about love. don't you dare to poke, you don't know what im going through, hahah! ^^ no, its not it.
of all the fairy tale i known, of all the stories i read, of all the people i seen, i know, love is big. it contains anything important. thats how people could beautify. we human already have that gift to tend to being melodramatic over anything important, right. hey, its no cheesy. who said to love is easy. didnt anybody tell you that it costs a lot, i mean, very lot, just like all of your money,... no no, its like, all of your energy,... no no, its like, all of your time in this world,... oh no no, its just like, all of your existence being as a human. nah! would you like to ever found one then? ...bingo! i guess thats why the words is fall-in-love, instead of fly-on-love. it sounds cute at first, but then it becomes scarry. again, frankly, there were i, a hippie with her dilemma.
i lost my ground. i dried my air. i gave up words. no, love, it won't be something you'd like to find. it tears you up. what you'd like to do with it is just to utopically dream and watch it ^^
people admire the sacrifice of a mother, thats love. people adore the crazyness of a lover, thats love. people sing about a deep agony, a beautiful catastrophe, and whatsoever seems big, and they call it love. there're seems like only a very few good things left, as if it gotta be belong to someones very special. or else, that gotta be just fake. of course i dont want to be some fake, so it seems like i picked the common way, that it mostly made me puke. hahah! i cannot stand it, then i quit, being automatic. i fell asleep. until he found me, a hippie in the edge of her sanity. half awake, and half asleep. very conscious, yet very drunk. he poked me, then i fell. in the world i thought was hell.
and there i see myself with you both this afternoon. gladly being chatty about cheesy life and mentioning love within a smile. it was heaven to me.
thank you for finding and dragging me here ^^
