"You are my star in the night, shining for me baby. Love is so right... I can see it's changing everything..."
People pop into your life at weirdest, unexpected seasons. Mine came the summer of '06.
When someone comes into your life, you don't necessarily ask for them. Sometimes you even wish they don't. However, at some opportune time (maybe when the stars align their path), it just happens without you even wishing for it.
He described it like some sort of Murphy's law. You find the thing you're looking for at the moment that you have stopped searching for it. It may still have been a liner (lolz) but then maybe, after all he was right.
Happiness has always been incomprehensible for me. I found it in the luxury of alcohol and nicotine and "friends" whom your soul cannot connect with completely. I found it in the recesses of my work, in the n square-inch of my aquamarine cubicle amidst the pile of work that sits lazily on my table. Everything though had made a complete turn.
I had always thought that there can never be a time wherein someone really is for you. After all the hurting I've been through and all the pain that I myself caused to a lot of people, love has always been such an effort -- a work that is sometimes too tiring. Some vexation to the spirit. Funny thing is, it just does not quit me.
Yeah, weird things really are on the loose and they were out to get me...
When someone comes into your life, you don't necessarily ask for them. Sometimes you even wish they don't. However, at some opportune time (maybe when the stars align their path), it just happens without you even wishing for it.
He described it like some sort of Murphy's law. You find the thing you're looking for at the moment that you have stopped searching for it. It may still have been a liner (lolz) but then maybe, after all he was right.
Happiness has always been incomprehensible for me. I found it in the luxury of alcohol and nicotine and "friends" whom your soul cannot connect with completely. I found it in the recesses of my work, in the n square-inch of my aquamarine cubicle amidst the pile of work that sits lazily on my table. Everything though had made a complete turn.
I had always thought that there can never be a time wherein someone really is for you. After all the hurting I've been through and all the pain that I myself caused to a lot of people, love has always been such an effort -- a work that is sometimes too tiring. Some vexation to the spirit. Funny thing is, it just does not quit me.
Yeah, weird things really are on the loose and they were out to get me...
