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(no subject) [Nov. 29th, 2011|05:44 pm]
I'm gonna MIA
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Who was the one. [Sep. 28th, 2011|02:59 am]
[Current Mood |calmcalm]

Think about who was the one,
Who made you cry the hardest,
Laugh the loudest,
Smile the widest
Hurt the most.
Who was the one who brought you
into the realm of the two extremes;
Happiness,
Sadness.
To find yourself realizing that,
Your're human after all.

<3
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life. [Sep. 19th, 2011|11:13 am]
Everything is going very well at the moment, but somehow, i miss some of the past.

How.
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SCL [Aug. 19th, 2011|10:50 am]
[Current Mood |contemplativecontemplative]

Well, I haven't LJ'ed for a while already, used to do so often with each thought. But after what i saw a few Saturdays back, where things almost went out of hand, It reminded me of this note you slipped to me as i walked away from your gate, for the last time.


I want you to know
one thing.


You know how this is: if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire, the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.


Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.


If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.


If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.


But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live, it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


It was good to see you amidst all the shit that happened that night. I hope you're doing well.
June 2008 came back in memory, but we aren't even friends, now.
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(no subject) [Aug. 19th, 2011|10:38 am]
[Current Mood |awake]

 Gonna revive this LJ!
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