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And tonight, she's taking chances, making memories out of what she has. Throwing caution to the wind, it feels so good to leave it all behind. Here's to being young and beautiful.

L'amour?

2 middays ago on the bus, i drafted on my cellphone about love. Ridiculous subject to ponder about but with Quelgu'un m'a dit playing in my ears? Quite possible..

This is what i wrote: You are either the type of person who sees clouds as a procreator of rain or as rolls of rolls of mint-flavoured candy floss. Just like you would see hurt as a bag of pain wrapped under 3 words of comfort; this is life. Or you divide them into i cry, i hurt, i heal. Hurt and love is synonymous. You can never see love without needles, hurt without the leeching love. And so i realised i didn't know how to define love. One day, my colleague asked: "describe love for me." So i search through my internal quotes column and only came up with.. "Love is.. Love.. must.. have passion.." Shit. Where did my life's notes over the years went? I was desperate. So i picked the one closest to my lips, the famous love quote from A walk to remember. Pathetic.. i know.. I need to rewrite.

I thought of my first love. Weren't it? I could only doubt-less that the first cut is the deepest. But love? How would you know if its true? And true love? its ever-lasting isn't it? And you then might even rejoice by singing Survior's- the search is over. Or maybe love has always been beside you but yeah.. blinded. Well.. I might be on my way.

Black Cherry

"How can it be?
I can taste you now
How can I see
When you're everything
All my world in one grain of sand
And I've blown it
All my world in one grain of sand
And you own it.....

Black Cherry
Black Cherry

....Hearing you say it
I could die"

(Black Cherry, Goldfrapp)

Polaroid