Alone on a train aimless in wonder,
An outdated map crumbled in my pocket.
But I didn't care where I was going;
They're all different names for the same place.
The coast just appeared when the sea drown the summer,
I've no words to share with anyone.
The boundaries of language are quietly cursed;
All the different names for the same thing.
Friday, August 19, 2005
So tell me guys.. what is love? really.. what is it? i mean i was thinking abt how all my friends claim they are in love with someone.. but are they rellay in love? i doubt it... honestly.. i think love is a way in which you feel abt someone.. not a state of mind.. whispering late night sweet nothings on the phone, and endless i love you messages on sms.. is this your idea of love? making out passionately and leaving love bites on the neck of your significant other.. is that your idea of love too? damn dooode.. wake up and smell the coffee.. it isnt love. you're NOT in love.