Posts Tagged ‘mystery’

I can not remember a time when I wasn’t there for him. He is the man that I have always wanted to love. He is strong, so much that he became indestructible. He has walls that I can’t come apart. I can’t even get in. One time, in my solitude, I thought of being his girl. But yet in my solitude, it permits me not. 

What is it with him that I am terrified of him? Why can’t I tell him just how much I adore him? 

He is not a typical guy who would hug you when you are sad. Not the man who would let you touch him when he is mad. He’s not the type of man who adores the simplest things you do. Certainly not the one sorry for his behavior. 

He is romantic in some way. In his own godless way. I cannot tell whether or not he likes me. One day, he’s sweet, the next day, he’s so cold. When he’s near, I can’t look at him. 

When he’s far, I can’t stop thinking about him. He is so much of a man that I have always wanted him to be but he is too selfish at times. Too selfish that he forgets that I, too, have feelings. 

I have forgotten what it’s like to be man-touched. Or be loved. Or be longed for. Or be cared for. He loves mystery so much that he became one (borrowed from Papertowns). I was trying not to care for him, at least for a day, but it’s hard not too. 

How can I not care for him when the word care for me tells me his name?

  

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“I’m starting to realize that people lack good mirrors. It’s so hard for anyone to show us how we look, & so hard for us to show anyone how we feel.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

This book is now listed as one of my favorites. I was kinda surprised how John Green can easily make you laugh by his metaphors. He is a genius and to me, the story is twisted, exciting, and funny.

There’s a puzzle, a mystery to solve. And everytime you turn the pages, you get excited to see how resourceful the characters are and wonder how J.G was able to write it. He is generous enough to make me wander in the U.S while I was just sitting in my office table. I felt like I am part of the story. I felt involved and made me think of my own longing for an affair to the world.

This is different from his other famous books, The fault in our stars and Looking for Alaska. That is quite surprising. I mean, after TFIOS, I cried a river. Hell..oww..

The ending is not bad. But I was kind of sad. How fortunate ironies can happen.

And Margo is such a strong girl, She loves mystery so much that she became one.(borrowed line from the book)

I hate that my ideas are grossly absurd. Or maybe what I hate more is that these thoughts are becoming a resounding “speak up”.

In writing, or blogging, I found an abrupt way to express.

I have so many sentiments about life, existence, nation, world peace and all kinds.

I don’t even know how to start.
It would much seem like ranting if I ever start.
But I’ll start anyway.

Do you feel this urge to speak as well? Do you think it will matter? Do you think it will ever be heard? Or read? And if everyone would understand where you’re coming?

Or do you ever feel like you owe the world something and just by expressing your sentiments it would help?

My ideas were somehow demented.
I was brought up to believe that this world is a place for everyone. But upon growing, I’ve been seeing differences.

Bullying is one thing. That some times lead to another– Killing. Is it still safe to express yourself to widely existent? Is it like exploiting myself and diminish my future?

It seems to me that doing bad is just a common thing nowadays.
Where did the hearts of these people go? Where did the teachings in the bible go? I just hope it has not gone to waste.

Why is it so easy for others to plant hate in their hearts? Why is it so easy for them to reject, or walk away?

Why do I have to care anyway? People do what works for them. So why can’t I just mind my own right?

Here’s one good message for everyone. it’s written by Ronnie Winter.
You can listen to their song. “Misery loves its company

Listen close as we wait for a sound to go
It’s true, we are
we are destined to fail
It’s true, we are
we are destined to fail

There is a problem here with our society
The absence of my tears is my sobriety
I have a growing fear and you’re not helping me
Am I the only one who realizes it’s true?

Beat but I’m not broken
Guide me through with your hand
Lead with your words spoken
Show me how to listen

You’re persecuting me, showing hypocrisy
I have a remedy for your insecurity
It’s all the same, sadly, nobody works for free
Am I the only one who realizes it’s true

Beat but I’m not broken
Guide me through with your hand
Lead with your words spoken
Show me how to listen

Let your light shine through me
Take this hate I can’t release
Help me make the blind see
Misery loves its company

When I dream, I see dawn turn into dusk, into dusk

Beat but I’m not broken
Guide me through with your hand
Lead with your words spoken
Show me how to listen

Let your light shine through me
Take this hate I can’t release
Help me make the blind see
Misery loves its company

It’s true, we are
we are destined to fail
It’s true, we are
we are destined to fail

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