She wanted to speak, but she believed in the sanctity of the words. She remained silent.
She wanted to love, but she believed in sanctity of platonic love. She remained unloved, in pain.
She wanted to see, but she doubted the colors. She remained blind.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
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Hello again;
I see you still get some spam - this time disguised ;)
I usualy come here when I have some time, like now. I've already made some comments - that one about the crazy toughts was one of them.
But now I' m intrigued: are these your real feelings? I suppose so, because your texts are quite good, with the kind of words that come out from someone's soul; but, how can you feel so lonely, we are supposed to be a "warmfull" people. Maybe I am one of these "grey people" that cross your way, without a clue of how beautifull other people's soul can be, if we can look throw it. And I wish I can learn to do that, someday.
See you around, miss
FS
Thank you for your visit! Happy to hear that I have regular visitors.Hope you enjoy your journey to my planet Eda.
Regarding your question, note that this is my utmost inner self speaking. I don't feel lonely every minute of the day, but some precious times when I can "talk" to myself.I don't know if what I'm writing makes sense or not, but I want the lonely part speaking.
Cheers,
Eda
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