Ianna
Run to the Sun
If I should see you, after long year.
How should I greet, with tears, with silence.
Thirty second, the traffic light at the intersection. Sixteen story, elevator to go through. Two minutes, microwave the lunch. I always staring at these red electronic numbers for long. What if each and every of waiting has this kind of notice.
Once, I saw a scene on TV: A deer sat beside her died-lying-lover.
She just sat there, watching the sunset like nothing happened,
like he would weak up in the next morning as usual,
have thrilling escape from lion, have a big dinner of vegetarian, have a group of children and raise them, have a happy life, have everything...
In the end of story, the doomsday in the prophecy didn't come,
God and his children live safe and sound, prince and princess live happy ever after.
Ride or Die
Love is not supposed to be cute. Love is raw and destructive. Love is you almost stabbing me in the heart with an ice-pick when we were having an argument. That's the kind of passion you can't fake.
In the end
Actually, I don't like the subject of love, cause I haven't got one.
But what else can I put on this page? Motivational sayings, useless. Music, not good at. Movies, not me. My family, too personal. My life, don't even think about it.
So, if you are no so much busy and happen to be looking for someone to talk to, just contact this gorgeous girl.
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