Illusions are dreams that come to surface when we least expect
An illusionist, is someone who weaves those dreams for others
Sherilyn Leah
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hugs and kisses;lazing in bed all day with you
flowers from you!
craziness and randomness;jumping off the bus and into a puddle
screaming in the dead of the night just for the fun of it
walking barefooted on the cold asphalt
sitting by the bay enjoying our java chips
walking and receiving weird well wishes from the uncles on the sidewalk
having your dad tease me and my tutu
sitting in the backseat enjoying the open top ride on the convertable
sneaking kisses and winks behind everyone
squeezing the death outta me and then giving me the kiss of life
my zoological ipod
painted nails
my fetish for notebooks and lipbalm
ballet and photography;pointe pointe pointe!
the gatherings with the familes
our cute grandmas
loving out families to bits
kenlyn
captain headstrong & bailey's
rainbow coloured socks;bobby dazzler
my handmade sleeping hat;peewee
the groooovy dreamcatcher
hugging you around the neck coz im too small
getting along with my friends
loving our families to bits
sneaking in without the parents knowledge
laughing my head of at the sillest things
trying to enjoy every bit of my life
tresuring the time spent with you
and finally,
I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!
emotions
okay.. this post is gonna be really confusing. and rather 'emo' and all, thats what some will think. thats why the fonts are grey in colour.(fyi: i choose the colour of my fonts according to my mood and how i feel.)sigh.you're giving me a really really really hard time. as in, WAY harder than ANY of those crazy uncontrollable stomachaches i've had. yep. and i think you know it but you're just not satisfied? why? what exactly have i done to you for you to make me suffer like this? wait, are you trying to tell me this is how much you've suffered? is this how much pain i've caused you? tell me if it is and i'll accept it gracefully. or else i'll be totally clueless. and you know how much i dislike being clueless. you know it. i've told you everything but you're holding everything back. do you really want to see me in a really sorry state? oh wait. you're a sadist. but im one too. and it kills for me to do to you what you've done to me. is it jealousy? i really feel like walking out of all this shit. but you're holding the biggest part of it. i cant let go. you're not done with me, are you? please just cut me off. dont make me do it. you know exactly how i feel but you're ignoring it. you know that i want you to react but you're sitting there staring and thinking about that something which i want you to stop thinking about. stop it. i wont do anthing stupid, maybe. i trusted you. you broke that trust. im trying to bring it back, you've blocked me out. its like a disease. eating me inside. im gonna be worst than sick. i pray that you'll let me off, tell me how you feel. so that i can let go. dont leave me hanging, please?
posted @ 12/03/2006 07:50:00 pm