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Unfortunately, it seems that everyone I have met has a
different view of 'love' than I do...I feel that love is a grand,
magnificent thing...It's a solid, stone castle, like the ones in
Romania...An enormous, strong fortress...A solid edifice that
doesn't deteriorate with the passing of time...Standing beautiful,
and even intimidating for all eternity...With deep, dark catacombs...Lit only by candles...Furnished with only the things that are really necessary and important....To everyone that I have known so far, love seems to be more like a sandcastle...
What's on the surface (appearance) doesn't really matter...I prefer a ripple on the surface caused by something deep, intense and furious...rather than a quick splash, that while grand, sudden, and exciting, dissipates almost immediately...
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If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit
My Karma ran over my Dogma
God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him
I'm suffocating in what's become of me...
The rancid remains of what I used to be
Last edited by bloodrayne; 10-09-2004 at 10:50 PM.
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