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26 February 2012 @ 08:17 pm
sometimes,  
i have to resort to this, because there's no proper place for my words, yet they have to be written down somewhere other than my private journal. this place is a profound mess. it depicts emotions ranging from anger to sadness to being head-over-heels in love and all the way back to intense pain, the worst of which is set to private, i hate sharing too much yet i love writing and what does one write about if not their own experiences, sometimes slightly altered, distorted, not all of this is true but most of it has some kind of meaning. hidden vs. obvious, does it really matter. say what you mean to say. i hate being kept guessing. i will stop guessing. i will go back to things that are clear and out in the open, even though i myself sometimes prefer keeping things a little mysterious.  

i prefer vague sentences over complete stories
i prefer daredevils over cowards 
i prefer small gestures over big ones that don't mean a thing
i prefer the sea over the mountains
i prefer small doses of real honest poetry over big piles of kitsch
i prefer sunflowers over roses
i prefer you over anyone, any day