Diligo est caecus

It aches I think.

It feels cold now, I own one or two things that actually feel warm.

Everything.

Find me here
And speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That’s leading me to the place
Where I find peace again

You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose
You’re everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

You calm the storms
And you give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won’t let me fall
You steal my heart
When you take my breath away
Would you take me in take me deeper now

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

Cause you’re all I want
You’re all I need
You’re everything, everything
You’re all I want
You’re all I need
You’re everything, everything
You’re all I want
You’re all I need
You’re everything, everything
You’re all I want
You’re all I need
Everything, everything

And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this
Would you tell me how could it be
Any better than this

I think something broke inside of my chest.
They always say that a broken heart is a figure of speech, it isn’t.
I actually feel something break inside there, it’s cold now. It feels like something shattered. My heart is broken.
Thank you, I guess. Love, for making me choose my Mr. Wrong again. Thank you for making me love people I can’t be with.

I just want to be warm for once, I just want my everything.

Infractus

Well, it is officially Hell.

My laptop charger broke

So, now comes the question. “What do I do ?”

Urgh.

Mistral

Someone explain to me why 95% of the population is camera shy ?

Urgh.

I have better things to do than take photos and make idiots and losers look like retards and socially handicapped bastards, they do a good enough job themselves.

Bye

Khet

Rhetorical question.

Why did I make a blog ?

Yes, I am growing into one of you blog clones with your silly little music blaring from Hell, and your pictures of guys you want to rape Date.

But it’s alright, I plan to do more than rant about my life in bad English while having a stupid recollection of my day.

Well, first things first, I always start something off with a poem ( I do this with everything, bear with it )

Never forget
When you lose me
I’m not in the
Lost & Found

Not so bad, short and sweet.

Tatah.

PS. Poetry doesn’t need to rhyme. >>