Beau said, the day before, that life is not what we tell ourselves. Just to meet the ends we fool our minds. Truer than all the gibber passed through my mind today. I don't understand what is more tragic, fooling or living in the horror of not knowing.
To soothe my nerves, I am reading harry potter again, it is more than just a children's book to me. I feel my mind letting me live in a magical word, every time I read it, I feel more happy.
I want to relive few moments in my life, without fearing that they'd lose their charm. I believe that to feel human is to feel an unending thirst for love. I keep wanting it more and I feel more human. Love, not disguised as care, attention, trust or any other big words, is the only motivation to the living for living.
To soothe my nerves, I am reading harry potter again, it is more than just a children's book to me. I feel my mind letting me live in a magical word, every time I read it, I feel more happy.
I want to relive few moments in my life, without fearing that they'd lose their charm. I believe that to feel human is to feel an unending thirst for love. I keep wanting it more and I feel more human. Love, not disguised as care, attention, trust or any other big words, is the only motivation to the living for living.
