Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns. And swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn. – Lang Leav
Recently, I’ve been reading more of Lang Leav than Neruda or Friedman.
Recently, I have also been crying more than I should. I have been enjoying my time at the office more than I enjoy my time when I get back to my apartment and left alone. I’d rather run, or spend my time in a coffee shop doing jigsaw puzzles or working. I hate being left to contemplate and remember. I am beginning to think that I have been holding on to more memories than I really should.
I’ve been listening to Jason Mraz’s A Beautiful Mess… It’s so weird how that song is so me haha
It’s so weird how I remember him whenever I see anything that pertains to a rose…
On another note… Earlier, I was thinking of how I made most of my personal posts private because my ex told me it’s bad for my online reputation. I stopped writing, and started drinking whenever I feel sad. Sometimes, I’d do things no one would even think I could do. I was pondering on the thought when I realized and asked myself, “why did I have to stop writing?” I remembered why I made this blog in the first place… And why it was entitled, Freedom per Thought.
I wonder if anyone notices more of what’s not there than what is there? For example, will anyone notice what is not written here rather than what is?