thought...

people who are too hard on themselves, never allow themselves room to grow and move on. Dust yourself off and try again.

work, bitch!

Is it inevitable for everyone to bitch about work?

Tuesday, August 31 , 2010

On the subway to work I see a homeless vet holding onto an American Flag sitting on the 2 train. Not a single other person was sitting in his row on a semi-crowded train. I was sat across from him seeing this vision, is this what being American means?

fight in war for the country, left to dry with no job/home, shunned by others who didn't have to go through what you did to make it their lives the way it is.

something's wrong with this picture.

justeloise.blogspot.com

my other site.


why i have 2, no clue. story of my life. never satisfied with just one...hard to committ to just one. maybe i have A.d.D.

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda



I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

can't be good...

It can't be good when you walk in and put in an order for your sandwich and the guy behind the counter looks up at you and says "oh yea..u mean your usual."

sigh....i put my head down in shame.

me, myself, and I.

I know I have problem with people very often in life. Many call me easily irritable. I agree. I don't despise them and wish bad upon people, but i do admit, i sometimes hate people . IN general, as a whole, well and sometimes individually. But it lasts only as long as that moment of irritation lasts. Anyways, I came to a realization through being in NY and constantly around so many different characters and individuals that I love them in the sense that I love watching and observing and taking it all in. But when it comes to actually talking to them, i can't. Love and acceptance isn't so easy anymore. I wish that I could just have a pass to obvserve. I can just sit in any situation, any crowd, not have to say a word and just watch. That people will just let me watch and take it all in. Noone will bother me, noone will talk to me, but i'll be there. In the middle of it all. They will still know i'm there, but they just let me be. And they'll respect me and love me, but no words are necessary.

I believe too often there are too many words. Just too much. Too many words loses my interest.