'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Just maybe I'm not hoping for more
It used to be that we cared for each other. We used to show it but now the love we had for each other is no longer the same. I come from a culture where people don't show much affection but has the world gone that bad for us to turn our backs on the we "used" to care for. We used to stick together like glue and when we didnt see each other we would miss each other. Now its like this "how can I miss you if you won't go away." A brother just talk, a sister just talk but what about the other sisters that sits and wait for a brother and a sister to say a loving word or maybe just a hug. I don't a believe what you tell me you would do until I see it. Am I wrong for loosing faith in you? I think I'm not because you always had my hopes up and then you would cruch them down 6 feet under like the loved ones lost. Just maybe I'm not not hoping for more, I used to look up to you but now I look down at you. Now you're like one of the many things that I lost interest in. A brother to care and don't hide his thoughts from and don't criticize me. A sister to love, tell secrets with, laugh about the silly little things girls do, to tell about the boy that I love. I'm just hoping too much, just maybe maybe things will change
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