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Saturday, March 31, 2007

You can always see the wonders of the world when you have the confidence or the power to believe. Words, actions and even possible things beyond existence can never defeat the perseverance of a person.

Emotion is our greatest enemy. Love is the root of all emotions, it is how we perceive with compassion. When you are overjoyed by your emotions, you tend to be blinded by your love. Everything in life gets complicated when the empirical balance of our love is ruined. It starts to create negative forces that will end any affection. In order to avoid this, we must know how to organize our feelings. We must control ourselves and limit the only things that's necessary. Indeed, it is true that love is blind, we are blind, but we must accept our blindness without getting ourselves blown out from our being. It is so hard to feel love when you know something's not good is going to happen - that's because when we start to expect, we get cynical. I just wish that we can forget the word expectation for a better risk and adrenaline of thought.

At the moment, it feels like I'm going back to my innocence until something blocked me to realization. I began to think that I can not think of anything worthy at all. I started to worry when fate helped me a little. I need to observe again. I need to have faith to the time and my inner substance to practice the life of maturity. But you can see I still love puzzling when writing, you know.

I really wrote this on March something... just with paper and pen though.

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on the other side

Weightless Overbearing
The pensive nothingness decenters the path of a dream with rigor, mirth and irony. Highly possible as the feeling of pondering while breathing soothes the burden of the being; like seeing the entire spectrum of light and darkness, fishing on a sunken castle lake of a setting, free with delirium and wine.

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a portrait hole

Erika Ruiz
19 [8.27.90]
manila, philippines
college student
dreams inspire me
surrealist dissection
capo di tutti capi

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