How many times have you burnt your tongue on hot coffee? How many times have you smoked thinking, if this would be the last one? How many words have you come across that you know no meaning of? How many times have you woken in the mornings with no love on your side? How many books will you have to have read to read enough? How many drinks will it finally take to make you feel better and then worse? How many doors will it take to get to the other side? How many answers will come to your questions before you know them? How many times will you say the same thing without meaning it? How many jokes will it take to make you laugh? How many posts will you fill in here? How many times will you love someone differently? How many times will a smile make it all go away? How many times will there be a song that reminds you of a forgotten past? How many poems will it take to make a poet? How many times have you scribbled something and then let it be forgotten? How many negative thoughts you have hidden to be loose in your mind? How many times have you walked away? How many times have you whispered in a corridor of no ears? How many times have you dived into a pool to touch the floor below? How many times have you wished? How many dreams have you forgotten? How many faces will you meet? How many times will you gaze at the stars? How many times will you feel the same? How many times will you let those tears trickle out of you foolishly? How many times will you sink into the floor? How many times will you attempt to be different? How many times will you hate someone? How many times will it take to get an understanding out of you? How many times do you wait for someone when there's nobody coming? How many times will you hang around alone without knowing what to do? How many sleeps will you destroy with your nervousness and anxiety? How many times will you come here, again?
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13 Comments:
My friend, youve taken the words right outta my mind and put them here most eloquently...
cheers and keep it up...
well i'll keep coming to read ur posts for as long as u keep putting them up..as for the rest, there can never be enough of some of the good things u've mentioned, coz they r the little joys tat make every day worth it.
could answer almost all ur questions but TMI, buddy. Too Much Information...
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till we drop down dead from sheer exhaustion :)
the answer is blowing in the wind :)
Like you, i just like asking the questions. Do the answers really matter?
every ciggie i smoke i believe, genuinely, is my last one. and i wish it is contantly, so how many times have i wished? i am constantly wishing for something. espcially inane things like will the person ahead of me in the tube please walk a lil faster!?!?
questions left unanswered
answers lay forgotten in search of questions
thats life
strange.....
actually not that strange
How many doesn't have answers coz when we repeat over and over it gets exhausted and we do not have time to remember.
hmm...why did you stop....?
and read written words and smiled and said to self, "Hah, its all of us then, its all of us!"
sadness? nostalgia...yearning, loss...maybe seeking......for the same we all seek, someone who will return to us?
ur making me sob.
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