Monday, May 05, 2008
While you're out there searching for forever
In the name of Love, I'm still awake at this treacherous hour. God bless my soul tomorrow. I think I might take advantage of my parents being away and like, sign out early or something - go swimming, get a tan, go to the gym, etc. I was watching
Something nice back home of LOST, and was thinking about the scene where Juliet was shaving Jack's stomach for surgery. And it was in that scene, where I've never seen Jack act so stubborn, almost like a child, when he said
"No, I want Kate." I don't know if you'd call that Love, or just being childish. Or could Love be childish? You know how we always think we're one step above the masses when we talk about Love? Like we mould it into something of our own liking, defining it, giving it a name, a purpose, etc. But what if it's wrong? What if Love was never meant to be like that? Would you still get what you're asking for? I'm not talking from experience (clearly..), but just a fleeting thought, 'cos everyone enjoys talking about Love right. :\




Time for the customary emo/corny/lovesick ending line of every girl's blog: Give me reason, but don't give me choice. You're undeniable. Sheesh.
tried to hunch; 1:57 AM