Desiderata

Desiderata.

I tried to kill that part of me last night.

I couldn't do it,I didn't have an other's heart and hands to guide my shaking hands but that wasn't the true reason. I realised that part of me is what keeps me tame, what keeps me that sentimental person. Even though it pains me to keep it alive, I need it and I'd miss it terribly if I lost it. I guess it's what makes me who I am, whether I like it or not, so I should learn to feel comfortable with it. So I pray my Friends remind me every so often to keep it alive.

_The Last Days_

Oh how I love this book, I secretly know why it 'truly' intrigues my so, but I won't tell you, not yet at least. It's suspense has such quality that I cringe in love for it, I grin like like my wicked Hyde Grins, from ear to ear with a malevolent smile. It almost too much for me to handle, I love books with this touch to them, that aspect that I hold such awe for. Although its writing isn't filled with articulate grace it has that basic Solidity, like comparing a mesh fence to a brick wall.

Another thing I've come to realise is that I take things too seriously, so from now on I'm going to learn to be a little more carefree. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D