Dichotomy of Perverse & Benign

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The heart knows no hiatus. It grows in silence. It is unaware of succession. It doesn't question. It helplessly beats for reasons unknown to the bearer, or it may be devoid of reason at all. Hence is associated with insanity, madness, blindness, folly. But something so beautiful and transcendental would definitely not be a product of stupidity. It is there. It exists. It is felt. It tries hard not to deceive its bearer. Resistance and denial only make a moron out of its bearer. It doesn't suggest profoundness. Happiness ought to be simple. Otherwise, only a few could afford understanding the meaning of joy.

altervita

(Originally inked on September 17, 2009, Thursday at 9:55PM @ a coffee shop somewhere in Araneta Center)

"Tonight, I realized I am dead in love with The Voldemort. When I had looked -- no, when I had stared at the nearly-celestial creation, I realized how magical the feeling is; no sense of volunteerism from within my system necessary to initiate such an adrenaline. I am in love with The Voldemort, effortlessly. And yes, I am drunk."

altervita

How can I stop myself from blogging about you when I can't even stand a single sigh of breath without you running on my  mind? I thought that if I'd just ignore the idea, it would simply go away. But it turns out that, really, things that are healthy for us are those that are most difficult to implement to our own selves. It's either the "thing" is chronic or I simply am immune to the concept of denial. Whichever way, I remain helpless. At times, I would get the feeling of being burnt out by this and would resort to idleness, hoping that once I regain my composure, everything would have appeared different then. But I guess reality just wants to reiterate itself by slapping the ridiculous truth right in my very face that I am fated to fail, inevitably. If only I had enough intelligence and guts to deconstruct happiness without any single hint of bitterness and sourgraping, boy did I not become a fucking best-seller! That's it, I basically am inadequate to make myself apt for a wonderful, magical story ever. Screw Grimm's voluminous amount of stupidity and deception.

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I'm afraid that in deciphering your enigma, this "thing" would also vanish. On the other hand, I don't want to believe that it is the mysterious side of you that captured the vital part of me. Forgive me for being esoteric, for I really intend not to compromise the worth of the taking. You crowd my world. Obsession isn't the word. I'm reaping epiphanies lately and the probability of survival seems luminous, if only you weren't such a cynosure in my perception. Tough luck, I need you badly.