BLOTS

If a lifetime won't be long enough, then I must live one more day, for I'm saving my forever, by loving you in whatever way And though the days will be rough, daily sorrow I might bear, if it would be the price, then I couldn't much care I'll stay in-love with you, foolish others might say, so let me be a fool then, for it's my passion I can't betray Life may come to an end, longing up to the last breath, for staying in-love with you there's nothing I will regret And if a lifetime won't be long enough, then I must live one more day, for I'm saving my forever, by loving you in whatever way

I've fallen in-love with this song the very first time I heard it...

Sometimes, love becomes too strong to just let it go. That's what I'm feeling right now. Things are so obvious, assessment of the situation is a no brainer but still I can't seem to comprehend. I guess there's just really no stopping when it comes to loving her. Sleepless nights will still let me dream of her, awake. I know it's kind of crazy but what is sane in the first place? Christmas is coming and I can never think of any gift this season but...nevermind. I think Christmas will just pass by, much like any other days of longing.

I long for Summer the finest muse I've seen Most nights I'm sleepless yet still it's she that I dream Hers is the scent that lingers I'm a captive of her charm If loving her is a crime then a fugitive I'll become

Jealousy is such an annoying word, just the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach.  It makes me wanna throw up. I can imagine life living with this word or just the mere thought of it, but then I feel it. It breeds on me.  I consumes my sanity, then I submit. Dammit! Dammit! Jealousy is such an annoying word. WTH is wrong with me?

My love for her is, perhaps, an emotion I'm fated to feel, and her absence is a burden I'm doomed to bear. Day after day my love grows but my longing becomes worse. I guess it's really designed to be this way--love and longing coming hand in hand. Loving someone so much will really never be enough. In this fast-paced life, I often feel that I'm stuck in a moment, lost in trance with the world around me just passing by. In solitude, my heart bleeds and my soul cries. I hear elegy for lost love and requiem for withered hope. There, in that moment, I embrace pain, misery and despair. With her absence, those moments strike so often. Pain becomes too much to bear.