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Info  If you've found this blog, then chances are great that you know me. I'm just a regular asian schoolgirl, and there's nothing out of the ordinary with me. But alongside that, I am a violinist, an artist, a model, a travel enthusiast, and a web designer. I love many things such as: my culture, foreign languages, books, stuffed animals, the rain, and animals. In the same breath, I dislike a few things. These few would consist of: homework, cold weather, milk, heights and crowded beaches. I also have my share of hopes and dreams alongside everyone else.
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Saturday, April 17, 20106:40 PM
spring showers bring may flowers
fact: it's much too cold for my liking. it's been a while since i've written. yes. i'm very well aware of this fact, but i wasn't aware the last time i had written something was in the bitter recesses of december. to an extent a great deal has changed, and then again, nothing has changed at all. i'm still me. you are still you. i don't hold the reins to your life. i don't think i even hold the reins of my own, in fact. it seems like spring has been teasing us all. for a week we had wondrous weather, and now, it has all but gone, and we are left shivering in the melancholy dew of last night's rain. i can feel myself receding again; back into the hollows of my chest where i can dwell safely in my own heart. i'll withdraw, call back my open arms and turn away. but i know i won't stay for long. i'll grow restless and break the vapid walls of my own heart as i stretch my fingertips to make myself at home. but there in my broken heart, i am safe from you. do i, or did i ever love you? no. such a romantic and flitting definition does not suit me. i'm too young, and stupid to believe in that. or maybe, i am too old. i'm sorry, but i could never love you. but then again. you could never love me. i guess it's a fair trade off, no? yes. yes, indeed. we are equals. we are equals. we. are. equals... did i break your heart? with all my knowledge, i did not. i would've heard your heart shatter within your chilling chest, singing to the soft tune of kisses of the rain against my window pane. did you break my own? no. no. i'm sorry, but you did not. you never let me into your heart, and i never bothered to let you into mine. see? i'll open my heart and let you take a look. my dear, it's beautifully vacuous, and fine. it's not broken or shattered, or twisted or tattered. you did no damage, my love. shall i still call you that? my 'love'? no? yes? my dear. make up your mind. have you broken my heart? my dear, must you keep asking? my answer has not changed, and it will not change: i am fine. i am fine. i am fine. ---- |
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