strange when a melodie you think too cheesy or bad or annoying gets stuck in your head so much so that you find yourself sitting in front of your computer mesmerized by the random images projected on the screen as a part of an (un)official music video and as soon as it's over you find yourself pushing the repeat button as if listening to the same song over and over again was any help in getting it out of your head.
and you catch a strange through floating through your mind and spend minutes wondering if the scene described above has any resemblance whatsoever with kid's tendency to ask for the same fairy tales over and voer again for it helps them face some hidden thing in their little souls
i dont know what is in mine. i enjoy the heat and feel very balanced in this heat - yet i awake every morning with a memory of a fragment of a dream about some man once important to me, i find it increadibly bad having to climb out of bed coz i would feel prefectly happy cuddling my pillows for hours feeling a love that is so overwhelming i almost cannot bear it any longer
and still, every afternoon a strange headache sets in and a sudden restlessness
and explaning this and dirty thoughts is impossible using moody wheather as a standpoint.
once again i feel like Veronika in the film about her double life...as if something happening elsewhere had astrange effect on me, as if i was in love with womeone i do not know yet
this unbalanced balance seems to be extremly fragile
and i do not know in what moment am i going to
start breaking glass
i have love to give
and noone would take it
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how-s that possible? A girl has love to give and noone wants it? Eck, it's a strange world.
strange...yet of course, the 'noone' part is only true in the sense that noone wants to take that special love i have to give..lately life surrounded me (or i surrounded me) with people who would take love but not it's implications...and then, it is not even the LOVE they take...it is merely the caring-cuddling-enjoying-things-together part, and unfortunately this love in me would need a stronger togetherness, a mateship, or a véd-és-dacszövetség (as they say in my strange mothertongue), im a hopeless romantic, and though i dont believe in the perfect love, in the perfect person, i believe in perfect moments...that i cant share now, but mybe later....
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