"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love”.
- Neil Gaiman
Blackout is the term used to describe when a person is so drunk that they wake up the next morning with temporary amnesia, no recollection of what they did the night before. It can be used as a verb or as an adjective.
January 31, 2009
January 6, 2009
A paradise lost...a paradise that once was.
As the world welcomed the birth of a new year.....a beautiful home, that once was, was up in flames....and no force could stop the havoc...till it was all over.
An era of a lifetime of happiness, sorrow, grief, celebrations.....
Memories of childhood, of youth....Of birth, of life, of death...
The woman's home, The man's kingdom, The kid's playground....
What I wouldn't give up...
To wake up in the morning and know it was just a nightmare.
What I wouldn't give up....
To hold the hands of those who suffer the heart wrenching grief...
The shattered dreams of a father,
The broken heart of a mother,
The devastated sons...
The ravaged kin.
The phoenix shall rise again from the ashes.
An era of a lifetime of happiness, sorrow, grief, celebrations.....
Memories of childhood, of youth....Of birth, of life, of death...
The woman's home, The man's kingdom, The kid's playground....
What I wouldn't give up...
To wake up in the morning and know it was just a nightmare.
What I wouldn't give up....
To hold the hands of those who suffer the heart wrenching grief...
The shattered dreams of a father,
The broken heart of a mother,
The devastated sons...
The ravaged kin.
The phoenix shall rise again from the ashes.
January 1, 2009
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