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| moana (profile) wrote, on 8-18-2005 at 10:46pm | |
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| Of my many fears, and there are indeed many, it seems the greatest of them is that which the majority of the world seeks. I fear love, so much that my inner self finds the concept not only a mere catastrophe to be avoided at all costs, but perpetually foreign and stagnantly repulsive. I shudder to think that I may one day find myself trapped within the emotional circus my fellow people long for. My experiences in the past have left me skeptical of love and my once fervent search for it ended in absolute disappointment. What’s the use of looking for a needle in a haystack? Aren’t there a million others searching for that same needle? What distinguishes me from any of them, some more worthy than I, that I out of all of them would be the one to find it? Best to roll around in the hay and laugh at myself; have childish fun. Who knows what’s to prevent the needle pricking me on the way down? Per chance someone will find it caught in my hair and, daringly, reach out to show me that I have found it, that it has been in my hair all along and that lesser fears, such as my fierce avoidance of those who would search my hair for love, have blinded me to it. And all it took was someone to reach out and pluck it, hand it to me and smile. |
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guajiragoddess | 08-19-05 9:51am Don't you love it how no one comments on the meaningful entries?
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