niclasklinga

Thinking makes time pass, and the passing of time makes the thoughts grow. You can't kill an idea once it's started growing.. no matter how much you want to, it'll be there.. like brain crack.

Pride, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Envy, Wrath and Sloth.

Swallow your pride. Calm your wrath. Fight your greed. Forget your Envy. Get rid of your sloth. And kill your lust.

I have letters to write, so I better get to work..

That is what got you here.

Now that I have your attention I have a few things to say.

No really, I have some knowledge I wish to impart on You and You specifically.

I am sick and tired of your pictures and declarations of eternal, blissful, wonderful love.

The issue isn't the emotions themselves, the problem is the fact that the phrase "I love you"  has lost its profound meaning.

It's tossed around like candy when it should be held as tightly as a diamond. You just don't go around throwing diamonds away now do you?

Not to say that I doubt the realism and authenticity of your feelings. I am just saying that you're still growing. In a few years maybe Justin Bieber won't be your favourite artist. And dude, at twenty the latest Elder Scrolls game with an AWESOME new engine won't be...awesome anymore.

But I digress. I'm getting long winded. Don't invest your everything into one person after being their significant other for a mere week. It isn't realistic.

Be happy and don't throw the L-world around.

When pressed into a corner use lesbians instead.

Thank you for your time.

Cheers.

Fear is the first thing that struck me when I heard the footsteps, then shock. The shock that came when they flashed their lights in my face, lighting up everything. All the secrets I had, everything I was. How broken I had become, how the darkness had effected my soul. So what did I do? What did I do when they knew everything was a lie? I become like stone. Emotionless, cold, and dead. I simply shut everything off. And that is how I will remain. I shall remain as a stone untill the day someone comes and carves me out of this shell, untill someone carves out the small scared wounded infant that is trapped inside. But untill then, my statue will walk this earth in my place and do things in my name. It will be attacked by many, but it seems none can crack it's thick dark shell. Noone.

When the sun goes down beyond the mountaintops, it feels like an end. The dark cold night takes over, and we feel alone and scared. But after Dusk comes dawn. And allways remember,that when the moon is gone.. the sun rises once again.

I used to dream of the future with you.

Dream of everything that was going to come and everything we'd be through together.

But now all I can dream about is memories.

The memories I cherish, and the ones I wish I could change.

It was once something so incredible I couldn't beleive it, as if it was only a fairy tail.

But now I look back, and it feels like that's exactly what it was.

When did the fantasy end? When get woken up by the cold stone fist of reality in my face?

What changed? What didn't change? Or was I just too foolish to look the truth in the eyes?