ДежавюI;m not sure why I love all these romantic but impossible situations. I actually believe love it;s strong due to the sadness it can bring sometimes. Love, when it hurts, hurts more than hate sometimes. And there lays it;s powerful nature. It;s true force as a torrent of feelings and sensations. When you love someone and that someone loves you, but you simply can;t have contact with him/her. It;s the pain of "denial". It stings and poisons the heart. And I think that;s something worth to write about. I love melancholy. It gives so much meaning to my life. I do consider myself as a melancholic person. And this should not be confused with being someone "sad". It;s not that. I am happy being melancholic. I did learn to enjoy the inspirational resources it offers and I do honor that gift by letting it fall on paper and become tangible. Or at least I try it. It;s like a caress on scars or kissing while crying. Это постоянное Дежавю происходит.И другой человек говорит такие вещи.С другого конца света.
© Copyright: Наталья Кашкан, 2014.
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