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The poetry of the heart is a beautiful thing. It's one thing to feel it. But to form those thoughts into words, not many can do that. You simply cannot reject such a beautiful injection for if you do, you are rejecting the truth that dwells within your soul. There's no such thing as tears of happiness. We cry not because we are happy but because unpleasant feeling are stirred up at the occasion of a happy ending. Happy endings often conjure up an idealized world of kindness & love that we once, perhaps as children, believed was possible to attain in our own lives. Children rarely cry at happy endings because they are not yet disillusioned about their own possibilities. Crying at the happy ending reveals our idealistic side, the part that yearns for the simplicity & love we once thought possible & the part of us mourns its unattainability. So, suffice to say, when we shed tears of joy, we're really only sad. I can't remember when I last cried. I've been i...

I don't think I can't live without having anybody in my life. Its somewhat similar to having a cellphone. Granted without it, I wouldn't be able to jot down the things that go through my head, record the things that go through my head into a song, write this, text her & etcetera. I also wouldn't be able to use ampersands as frequently as I have as I still, after all these years, cannot properly craft '&' on a paper. My penmanship sucks. Just ask my tertiary school teachers. Let's just say, if disintegrating a student's homework isn't felony, I'd have a whole lot of disintegrated papers at home instead of the ones with the big F plotted across them. There was one point of time when my phone went berserk & had to be restored because it wasn't able to start up. I lost so much important data in it & I actually felt like I lost a part of me too. The thousand over notes, the few monumental text messages, the awesome & handsome p...