Saturday, February 21, 2004
Sometimes
"It has been three years, maybe longer. I have been acquainted with the most outre, the most affectionate, the most kind, the most gentle, the biggest, the smallest, the baddest, all online. 3 years might not be long but its somewhat a cognitive experience to actually be with them, to get to know them. They are the world, my world and I love them for whoever they are, no matter how lustful, how unhinged their fettishes or whatever that my words cannot describe. And there are, sometimes, the people who hurt me..who hurt you...should I continue to love them? Bro mike once said that the people who will hurt you the most are your loved ones...not your enemies. Sometimes, or maybe all the time, its kinda true." cuRRent...jer
Sometimes people change.
Clement weather prognosticate not,
the gale that sweeps across the forest of canes,
the silence that ensues.
Sometimes people change. Yes they do.
A song sung to rot,
the friend lost in the fame,
the sand in the eyes of a fool.
Sometimes people change. Yes they do.
A resort.
Perhaps. Seemingly Tamed.
Yea. What to do?
Sometimes people change. Yes they do.
Not what used to be,
the stars a few metres off,
there I end my story on the sky so very high. They change.
Look! The stars are still hanging on the sky!
How beautiful!
How pathetically beautiful....
Lovers. Friends. Enemies. Family. Friends becomes enemies. Enemies become lovers. Family become friends. The betray. They love. They like. They loathe. We call them by lovers. We call them enemies. We call them so many names. But underneath and glazed on the sky, still very human...
cuRRent...jer
¶ 8:05 pm
"It has been three years, maybe longer. I have been acquainted with the most outre, the most affectionate, the most kind, the most gentle, the biggest, the smallest, the baddest, all online. 3 years might not be long but its somewhat a cognitive experience to actually be with them, to get to know them. They are the world, my world and I love them for whoever they are, no matter how lustful, how unhinged their fettishes or whatever that my words cannot describe. And there are, sometimes, the people who hurt me..who hurt you...should I continue to love them? Bro mike once said that the people who will hurt you the most are your loved ones...not your enemies. Sometimes, or maybe all the time, its kinda true." cuRRent...jer
Sometimes people change.
Clement weather prognosticate not,
the gale that sweeps across the forest of canes,
the silence that ensues.
Sometimes people change. Yes they do.
A song sung to rot,
the friend lost in the fame,
the sand in the eyes of a fool.
Sometimes people change. Yes they do.
A resort.
Perhaps. Seemingly Tamed.
Yea. What to do?
Sometimes people change. Yes they do.
Not what used to be,
the stars a few metres off,
there I end my story on the sky so very high. They change.
Look! The stars are still hanging on the sky!
How beautiful!
How pathetically beautiful....
Lovers. Friends. Enemies. Family. Friends becomes enemies. Enemies become lovers. Family become friends. The betray. They love. They like. They loathe. We call them by lovers. We call them enemies. We call them so many names. But underneath and glazed on the sky, still very human...
cuRRent...jer
¶ 8:05 pm
