The city lights shine down on me, but I can't enjoy it without you
Your presence lingers like perfume, lighting my soul on fire
You have no idea...
Can't you tell that I have been dreaming, and in my dreams I flew
Flying high without leaving the ground, you lift me higher
You'll never know...
You are everything I need, and I can't deny it's true
Everything I never knew I needed, truth becomes the liar
Acceptance...
As years pass us by, trees sprout, smiling down as we grew
Entwined, my heart beats with yours, dancing; never tire
I love you.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Letter número uno
Hello there, my good and faithful inter-planetary friends! I honestly have no idea what to write about in this blog but I figured that because I am in an...interesting mood tonight something vaugly interesting may come up. Or may not. Eh, but that is life. If you must know, which you don't, my name is Aiko, Koko, Kokoro, freckles and a myriad of other different things. Suffice it to say, this means that I am very well loved by a junk-load of people. And when I say a junk-load, I mean a JUNK-LOAD! However, this does come with its drawbacks I suppose. I am also hated by a junk-load of people. JUNK-LOAD. I honestly don't see why, but eh, that's their problem isn't it? I suppose you can judge for yourself which side of the road you are on, though I would not recommend you crossing the road too often; you may get hit by a car. And trust me, that is just not fun!
Just so you know this now, I love my shoes. These are my shoes:
Can you see why I love them? I can.
In any case, I started this blog because I am immensely popular and have a booming social life, can't you tell? Ha. I hope you know me better than that by now. Well, I concede, that is about half true. On both counts. But that is besides the point. What is my point? Oh, yes. I don't have one. *sigh* To live the life of the fully unbounded and misdirected. Yeah, I don't know what that means either. Luckily for you though, it doesn't matter. At least it was grammatically correct. Grammar is important. How else would you know if your mom wanted you to eat your grandfather or not? "Let's eat Grandpa!" or "Let's eat, Grandpa!" See that? Commas save lives. Man, oh, man I love commas. I even thought about naming one of my future sons Virgule. Which means comma. In french. Luckily, I changed my mind. Imagine, my son hates me for naming him Virgule and he hasn't even met me yet. Well, there is that, and the money that I would have to spend on a psychiatrist. And then for the divorce lawyer who would do me no good because no judge in his right mind would ever let me keep the son I named Virgule. So I will just save myself the trouble. I do love commas though. They make the world go round. And round. Even more than commas, I love semi-colons. However, semi-colon sounds very much less attractive than comma does; even in french.
I don't know what else to write about. This post seems all together too short though. Hmm. An unfortunate conundrum... a catch-22 if you will. I can't post because I haven't written enough, and I can't write more because I can't think of anything more to write about. Actually that is not hardly a catch-22 at all. At least not by the true definition of the word. Though a conundrum, still it is. Okay, so I am writing this blog while intermittently checking Facebook. And on Facebook I am currently talking to a very good friend of mine, who is actually proving to be wholly impatient as well, however, that is not what I want to talk about. I wish to talk about the absurdity of 13 year olds who flood my newsfeed with things like "All I need is that one guy who will prove to me that not all guys are the same" and "The worst thing you did was make me fall for you and have no intention of catching me" its like... seriously? You have no idea what you are talking about! You are 13!!! Yep. Bites my buttons.
Okay well Goodnight! :)
Just so you know this now, I love my shoes. These are my shoes:
Can you see why I love them? I can.
In any case, I started this blog because I am immensely popular and have a booming social life, can't you tell? Ha. I hope you know me better than that by now. Well, I concede, that is about half true. On both counts. But that is besides the point. What is my point? Oh, yes. I don't have one. *sigh* To live the life of the fully unbounded and misdirected. Yeah, I don't know what that means either. Luckily for you though, it doesn't matter. At least it was grammatically correct. Grammar is important. How else would you know if your mom wanted you to eat your grandfather or not? "Let's eat Grandpa!" or "Let's eat, Grandpa!" See that? Commas save lives. Man, oh, man I love commas. I even thought about naming one of my future sons Virgule. Which means comma. In french. Luckily, I changed my mind. Imagine, my son hates me for naming him Virgule and he hasn't even met me yet. Well, there is that, and the money that I would have to spend on a psychiatrist. And then for the divorce lawyer who would do me no good because no judge in his right mind would ever let me keep the son I named Virgule. So I will just save myself the trouble. I do love commas though. They make the world go round. And round. Even more than commas, I love semi-colons. However, semi-colon sounds very much less attractive than comma does; even in french.
I don't know what else to write about. This post seems all together too short though. Hmm. An unfortunate conundrum... a catch-22 if you will. I can't post because I haven't written enough, and I can't write more because I can't think of anything more to write about. Actually that is not hardly a catch-22 at all. At least not by the true definition of the word. Though a conundrum, still it is. Okay, so I am writing this blog while intermittently checking Facebook. And on Facebook I am currently talking to a very good friend of mine, who is actually proving to be wholly impatient as well, however, that is not what I want to talk about. I wish to talk about the absurdity of 13 year olds who flood my newsfeed with things like "All I need is that one guy who will prove to me that not all guys are the same" and "The worst thing you did was make me fall for you and have no intention of catching me" its like... seriously? You have no idea what you are talking about! You are 13!!! Yep. Bites my buttons.
Okay well Goodnight! :)
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