Love is proud of itself. It leaks out of us even with the tightest security.

I've come a long way on paper All those days I thought I couldn't live through Have all been here and gone.

 

I still remain confused with my own evolution. I shall always have quiet resurrections Of where I've been and why. There is still a Disney edge on all my dreams, But I am not led anymore by restlessness or ultimatum. I have unlearned my fantasies So that I may fill myself with something real.

 

I have loved and I have been loved, Not always simultaneously. I have given and I have taken, Not always without motive. My life has been a curious design of contradiction But I think I chose my own sorrow. I had to experience it and discover it In order to create my own particular peace.

 

Love is proud of itself. It leaks out of us even with the tightest security.

 

hbw peeps ;P x

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