Nicklebee

Some do drugs, others go for a run.
But at the end we're all just searching for that tiny space,
perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world.





 

When somebody is a little bit wrong — say, when a waiter puts nonfat milk in your espresso macchiato, instead of lowfat milk — it is often quite easy to explain to them how and why they are wrong. But if somebody is surpassingly wrong — say, when a waiter bites your nose instead of taking your order — you can often be so surprised that you are unable to say anything at all.

 

Maybe this is who I really am. Not a loner, exactly. But someone who can be alone..

Trying to act like everything is okay when it isn't doesn't make you a strong person. It makes you an idiot. Because sooner or later you're going to crash and burn and then what do you do?

I believe some people are inherently evil.

I believe guilt is a powerful motivator.

I believe redemption is something you can strive for but never fully achieve.

I believe second chances exist only in dreams, never in reality.

I believe you don’t have years, or months, or weeks to impact a person’s life.
You have seconds. Seconds to win them over, And seconds to lose them.

Anything you don’t want to deal with can always be written off as being “in the past” and ignored, but in doing so, you sweep it under a rug where it doesn’t go away with time – it becomes time itself, and takes on the illusion of life as we think we know it.

 

It’s not the loving that hurts this girl; it’s the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload the words - “I love you” - on an innocent party who didn’t ask for it, to reach across the dark space and touch him - it’s like the world she knows could end if she dared speak these words, dared make such a move.

 

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it’s noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.

 

Yes life is a tricky thing sometimes. Like a maze filled with frustration and fun. You never want to get lost but we always seem to find the best things while lost. Maybe getting lost isn’t a bad thing? Maybe we are meant to get lost and only then we’ll find where were truly meant to be.

 

losing you changed me. i've been quiet and quick-tempered. And when i'm shown concern i'm blunt of allusive. I avoid my friends. Drink too much. And i don't recall when i last felt moved by someone. I lost you. That i understood. I just didn't think i'd lose me too.