10/15/2007 noone but me from URL @ 12:48 AM XVII (I do not love you...) by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Hello dad. I havent talked to you in 8 days. Every word, every day that goes unspoken only widens the gap between us. Its gna take a toll on our relationship; things are never going to be the way they once were. I still vivdly remember the day at the beach i told you of my life plans & you just smiled. ): Now, its like all you ever do is frown upon me. Something went wrong. Something went wrong badly.
It scares me shithell to realise that life still goes on; that it still goes on without you being a part of it.
i need to talk to someone but i do not know who. i only know i need to talk.