| | Amber
Tonight was a good night, but I'm having trouble breathing. I hope it's because she took my breath away, not because I feel weighed down. It wouldn't make sense to feel weighed down by anything, especially with her, so I'm going to go with my girl being breathtaking and the rest of my life gripping my heart. Or maybe it's because I know I'm falling, and this is just the vertigo that comes with love. Who knows? I rarely express how I feel in the moment anymore (like this), because later on I'll look back and shake my head in disagreement or in sympathy, but sometimes I feel like I'm putting this journal to waste. This is not meant to be a public post, and yet, I let all of you read it. I don't know why I do it; perhaps all my jokes about being an attention whore are truer than I make them out to be. For any reason, it happens, and here I am, telling you how I feel instead of showing you. I think I show too much sometimes, and then people often misinterpret what they see. I don't like that, so I have to explain it. In a way, I enjoy writing entries like this rather than my usually cryptic and pretentious prose or poetry, but the problem is that I value the latter a great deal more than the former. However, I will carry on; there is no one here to judge my conduct save for myself. Well, perhaps the readers, but are they so merciless? Are you so unkind? Call me emo or what have you, but this is my vie privée on display, rather than what I'd prefer you to see. I would not like reading this any more than you would (if you've read on to this point, that is), but I can't stop typing until I've cleared my mind of everything. I haven't written much, but now that it's down, the weight has been lifted altogether.
Incredible.
I just saw a flash of life, right before my eyes.
|
| | Posted 9/23/2007 12:46 AM - 41 Views - 12 eProps - 7 comments
- recommend
  - recs0
- share
- email
 - sent0
|
