Why does my heart feel like no other?

Like my heart is being smashed to the ground, and then cramping together in pain. Horrible. I feel like this feeling is unique in humanity, no other could ever feel this terrible. The rain should have been singing raindrops on my window tonight and probably for the whole coming week, hecause that would be the closest description to how I'm feeling. A heart, bruised by the silver moonlight, hanging in the shadow, without a soul noticing the ache, untill the light comes back. The emptiness in words of silence grins. The pain just watches and gently seeks it's way in me. Why is Ruben going, why will he smile his sadness away? I couldn't do that, I wish he wouldn't either. I wiish he were small enough to put him in my pocket, so I could take him out whenever I like, I could go anywhere with him.

Beauty is a form of genius —
is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation.
It is of the great facts in the world like
sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark water
of that silver shell we call the moon.

-- Oscar Wilde

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- hey snoesje... zit nu op de lounge in de luchthave... vliegtuig vertrekt sebiet... dee zeer om je zo te moete achterlate vanochtend... kmis je erg... ti amo :'(

Gepost door: rub | 02-08-03

Encouraging passage "Love

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

-1st Corinthians 13"

Ps: I am not a religious person, but no one can tell me the texts written in the Bible aren't beautiful and sometime so wise. Sometimes they're like a poem, sometimes like a lyric, sometimes like a story, sometimes I dun like them for what they say, but they are never boring. Read it. I can cope with missing my boyfriend because of this passage.

Gepost door: Lena | 02-08-03

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