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Thursday, March 23, 2006

When Two Realities Collide

Reality, everyone's is different.

When two realities collide... When neither of them can see the others point of view... When they assess everything from their own perspective and can't quite make themselves see or believe that the others motives are also true... When they can only judge eachother from their own experiences...

When two realities collide... When the overload kicks in and the calm guiding light of ones feelings turn to anger, the anger turns to frustration, and its the frustration that stops you seeing the other for who they really are, stops you seeing that really you Love that person and don't want to hurt them...

When two realities Collide... Both Suffer, Love Suffers, but is the friendship still strong enuf to survive, when two realities collide...

When two realities Collide, It's a killer...

Speed me towards death...

Speed me towards death
Cause I just cant wait for her
I want her to come
I want to embrace her
Ive decided its life
That I dont like - that I don't like
Speed me towards death
Cause I think shed go for me
They say time is the killer
I cant wait shes to slow for me
Ive tried all the rest
How I want to try the best
And Id die for some company
Id die for some company

I dont want to die slowly
I dont want to decay
I want to be chosen
I want to be made
I dont want to die lonely and weary of life
I will not be earthbound
Im gonna fly

So speed me towards death
Cause I want her to taste me
You know my senses are dead
I want her to awaken me
Ive realised that this world, at its best
Is just a prelude to the next
And its not one I want to read
Its not one I want to hear

I dont want to die slowly
I dont want to decay
I want to be chosen
I want to be made
I dont want to die lonely and weary of life
I will not be earthbound
Im gonna fly

For life is a game fit only for fools
Its a horse that cant win
In a race rigged to lose

So speed me towards death

Thanx Rob D for keeping me goin those 300 miles and a massive thanx to all the other people that got me 'Home' last night, you know who u are... Without you, hey who knows... Thanx guys...

Ciao Ciao
Confused From Chichester
I BLOG There4 I Am

4Comments:

Anonymous said...: One Hell off a place to go man! Remember people don't like to see to much out their own 'world', why? Becasue Reality Bites. We love you dude take care of yourself.; 7:04 am
Anonymous said...: Tired of your life? then move your ass and try a new one. have you met everyone you are ever going to meet? Have you seen all the places there are to see? have you helped all the people that you are meant to help? I don't think so. Think about it.; 6:17 pm
Fletch said...: Anonymous 1... Thanx Bro :o)

Anonymous 2... (Who ever u are ;o) )
'Move my Ass'... Jesus Girl!!! ;o) Life... Everyone should try it at least once... OK OK I'm thinking, all I've been doing for 5 days !!! And Babe... thanx for being there... :o); 11:48 am
Anonymous said...: glad to see you are doing better.; 2:04 am

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Love comes when manipulation stops. When you think more about the other person than about his or her reaction to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

When Two Realities Collide

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