Picking up pieces of a broken heart -- Day [entries|friends|calendar]
Toulouse-Lautrec

[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ calendar | livejournal calendar ]

Lonelyness 3.1 [16 Mar 2011|10:04am]
She showed me some pictures of her from the past. I noticed her hair was so different. It was long and natural color.
- "Your hair," I take a blond strand in my hand "I will never get to see them the way they were once..."
- "Do you know how hard it is to take care of long hair?" she asked a bit irritated.
- "I know what it takes, to be a strong man, but I really don't know what it takes to be a beautiful woman. Tell me."

She just gave me a look of her eyes without saying a word and turned her head away.

[izdomāts]
post comment

Known subject [16 Mar 2011|04:07pm]
If a woman likes you today, it does not mean she will like you tomorrow. If the woman does not like you tomorrow, it does not mean she will not like you after tomorrow.

I try to be the same. I try to think how bad she is, not how good. Just to calm down my heart. Too much feelings is not good for a relationship that has not even started. But... it's useless. I like her no matter if she is bad or good.
post comment

Ciba [16 Mar 2011|04:16pm]
Gribēju izdzēsties no cibas, jo pārāk riskanti ir, ja kāds, kas pazīst mani personīgi, izlasa. Bet nevaru. Pārāk labi rakstīšana šeit noņem dzīves radīto spriedzi. Ieraugot, ka vēl kāds cilvēks ir piedraugojies lasītāju sarakstam, liek aizdomāties, ka var būt kādam mani raksti ir arī interesanti.

Ja kāds no jums mani pazīst, lūdzu, nestāstiet nevienam par manu saistību ar šo dienasgrāmatu. Ir cilvēki, attiecības ar kuriem man var tikt neatgriezeniski sabojātas, ja viņi sāks to lasīt.
post comment

Lonelyness 3.2 [16 Mar 2011|07:58pm]
We were talking. Then I said:

I don't want to remember my past life. I want to start something new. Please! Wash away with your voice all the traces of the people that found little value in me in the past! Put the pieces of my broken heart together with the touch of your hands. Any word that you whisper will be magic to me. I've been dead till now, but your love could raise me.

[izdomāts]
post comment

navigation
[ viewing | March 16th, 2011 ]
[ go | previous day|next day ]