I've been in love with the idea of love since the first time I watched Disney movies and played with Barbie and her Ken as a child. I reveled in their world, and became attached to their plastic beauty - everything was so real, and my mixed skin and black hair was not enough. I would not be a girl that was loved. Though the sentiment remained until adult age, that desperate attempt to feel like you belong to that certain someone, or a group of people -- your peers. As much as I would've liked to keep pretending I was content with myself, I was always in search for somebody else... to understand, whether that person be in the form of a friend or a partner. Now I've come to understand that I was wrong all along - There is no white horse, and prince waiting for me at the end of my journey. At the end of my journey, will lie in waiting, my death and in it I find content. ‚The One' does not exist, a world as vast as this cannot only have one perfect fit. There will be many a man or woman [or both] who will walk some distance with us, until their paths differ from our own.
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoetryDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
