Romance...
I disown thee - thou art but a fraud, a fanciful imagining of a flighty mind. What art thou but a hollow spectre, given birth from the deceptive wellspring that is sentimentality. Begone foul apparition and leave me be lest I am to become bereft of all sanity. Dreaded bete noire, hauntress of the dark recesses of my mind, usurper of sensibility and tormentor-in-chief, I banish thee henceforth. I bid thee adieu - though this parting doth lend itself to sorrow, it is not of the saccharine sort. Though thou wouldst rend my soul asunder, farewell, my misconceived shadow.
posted by Son @ 18:16
3 Comments:
:(...
you do realise that by stating this you're liable to retract all that you've told, advised and discussed with me
:(
will be praying for you- hope.
No, I don't think I need retract what I've said before. For one, we were discussing the issue of whether we are capable of some measure of love. As for romance... well, I don't believe it for myself, but I don't doubt that others have romance in their lives. It's just that the notion of romance for someone like me, in my situation, is not helpful. I could be called a hopeless romantic, but not because of any experiences in my own life (I'm just a hopeless fellow). It's more an indictment on me, and my psychosis, that I should turn away from romance. Anyway, I liked how the words sound, how they flow - so it was some rare inspiration to put the words down - so it's probably not an accurate representation of my state - it's rare that I have that amount of passion afterall, and these are passionate words.
yeh nice poetic and passionate :)
you can use this to write something nice i guess, even if it is angst :)
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