Saturday, October 2, 2010

You Lied To Me, Lied To My Face

This place isn't home. It's just a bed with a closet full of clothes. My clothes, my jewerly, my possessions, my everything. My family. My friends. Who I am, what I represent, my relationships, my reputation. Then why do I feel lost. Or empty.

And you're just a person. The only person I want to spend time with for weeks on end. The only person I could talk to and confide in because I know for a fact that you'll always love me unconditionally. Just one person would be all it would take. Just one life, one friendship, that could change the person I was and could make me do or go anywhere. And I wouldn't care about anything else because I would have that one person. We don't know where or what we're doing. We have no sense of direction, no money. But we have an idea. Our hunger for happiness and freedom is what blindly leads us forward.
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8 comments:

daisychain said...

your writing is incredible x

Mademoiselle Marie said...

jolies photos! xx


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April said...

Love these photos.

Barbara said...

love your writing and your photos... absolutely stunning

Traveling Girl said...

I think I kind of feel that way too..

DIANA DYE said...

You have such a poetic soul I love it!!! and your photos are Brilliant! this post made my day that much better!- Awesome Post ♥

kelsea said...

i love your photgraphs. and i can assure you that you are not alone in many of these issues that you speak of <3

rainboy said...

you click so well