There you go. Walking alone, on your way home. My eyes meet your colorful being, your perfectness, your unique way of walking, your wild light brown hair that curls in specific spots. That hair you say you hate and gives you lots of work to make it decent. I think it's pretty.
And then... when my eyes caught you in this gray day, everything got more colorful, my eyes couldn't move away from your walking body and I started feeling what I used to feel about you. I wanted to go near you and walk you home or at least scream your name just to say hi. But everything that happened was the resurrection of those memories.
Do I still love you?
Will these memories ever fade away?
I guess I could say you're my tattoo.
Oliver
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I started writing here because I wanted somewhere safe to write. You know, anonymously.
Previously this blog has been really depressive and it was good to let it out, but I don't think it's pleasant for outsiders to read that crap. So I've decided to be a little more positive in my posts, try to find some resolve in the middle of all the drama. I think it will do me good and it will be better for someone who's going through the same things.
Life is precious. I'm sure many other people have worse problems than me and they manage to get through the days, so I will try to hang on to this thought and live, just for today. Life's short anyway. Better make the most of it, right?
I will still sign as Andy or Oliver, depending on who's in charge.
Previously this blog has been really depressive and it was good to let it out, but I don't think it's pleasant for outsiders to read that crap. So I've decided to be a little more positive in my posts, try to find some resolve in the middle of all the drama. I think it will do me good and it will be better for someone who's going through the same things.
Life is precious. I'm sure many other people have worse problems than me and they manage to get through the days, so I will try to hang on to this thought and live, just for today. Life's short anyway. Better make the most of it, right?
I will still sign as Andy or Oliver, depending on who's in charge.
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Life's tragedy is that we get old too soon and get wise too late, Benjamin Franklin
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