I have this sudden yearning to write to the writer of The Blue mind, not that i'm not aware that she hasn't been updating her blog since late 2007 . However, every little post of hers was so saliently communicated. The affectionateness was completely stifling to my thoughts. How I wish what she wrote were all solely imaginary mind's eyes. Yet, so genuinely mirrored.
I quote:
"People think they know me. They think they can cut me in pieces and tell how every slice of my soul works. They think they can write my name on an encyclopaedia. Directions for use. They have packed me up in a box and thrown it into the corner of a warehouse. I can't move here. I need some space. But this is not written on their notebook, there is no mention about my real feelings or state of mind. They think i am dead. They have already analyzed me, cleaved me and picked up my labyrinthine heart that beats every minute. They have made their own conclusion, drawn their opinions on my forehead."
Slight poignant ending upon its closing paragraph. Then again, it's so true, isn't it?
I quote:
"People think they know me. They think they can cut me in pieces and tell how every slice of my soul works. They think they can write my name on an encyclopaedia. Directions for use. They have packed me up in a box and thrown it into the corner of a warehouse. I can't move here. I need some space. But this is not written on their notebook, there is no mention about my real feelings or state of mind. They think i am dead. They have already analyzed me, cleaved me and picked up my labyrinthine heart that beats every minute. They have made their own conclusion, drawn their opinions on my forehead."
Slight poignant ending upon its closing paragraph. Then again, it's so true, isn't it?
2 comments:
gorgeous
woah that girl was deep and confusing and seems very interesting..
cool camera by the way =]
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