... and my heart skipped a beat, then went beating with 20 times more speed. a smile etched itself into my face, and i'm no longer bitter. i'm no longer feeling unenthusiastic. i no longer feel "wrong".


why?

we're slowly changing, evolving. but we don't notice it.

see how much emotion we're trying to put in words? those smileys? those audiobooks?

yeah. that's part of it.

syet. scary results.

don't ask or expect too much. put your agony, sadness, love, hate and joy in blogs. in terms. in words. in limits.

it will kill you if you keep trying to tread on tracks not yet paved.

you don't know ANYTHING about me. but i'm quite willing to expose myself to you. and yet you don't know that i am.

face it, self: you are no more than a new friend. a new ONLINE friend at that. so shut your brain and "stick it up your face-powder." might do you some good to quit being naive.

the love of my life is probably a cat. or the loves of my life are in cats. hahaha. no matter. i can keep loving them for all they care.

i wish i were a hidden treasure. i don't give a fuck if i'm hidden. as long as i know that i'm a treasure. that i have enough value to make people drop tears when they see me. but i'm just your average maria in a damn blunt world.

maybe if i provide the tip that the world needs, then i might be considered a treasure.

u don't know... u have no idea at all... about how u made me feel weird when i got home and read that.

that was WAY TOO WEIRD.

is there a connection of some sort? oh men. this is totally wrong.

hmm... there are currently... maybe 2 people who i think are what i think.

is it wrong to assume that someone likes you?

new discovery

if one wishes to know an entity that is far greater, far nobler, far better - or, maybe the right terms are, greatest noblest and best - than the human species, or the living person, then don't read. KNOW. know by experiencing.

even the written word has too much limits. in fact, too much so that most of the time it doesn't even justify reality as we mean to share it.

and no, the spoken word is not exempted from these limits. there is a certain scope for each word, such that art becomes a term many cannot comprehend, simply because it is outsourced from another term, beauty. and the word beauty also has no limits.

what sense does it make if one says that beauty should be based on the greatest-noblest-best, if one does not know what/how/who the greatest-noblest-best is? judging by such terms only puts your judgment on the level of a human being's mind.