I've decided to do some writing again, after a few years of ex-communication with Macromedia and Adobe softwares. Is it going to be prose, poetry, or emo? Emo!? That I don't know. There's this song of Fra Lippo Lippi that I surprisingly seem to relate to all of a sudden...
"Sail on the wings of a cloud
Where to, well nobody knows
And cry, cry if you want them to see
Die every day to be free
Be proud to wear the colours that you call your own
Be loud, speak out when the world to know
Be strong, hold the flame for everyone to see
Be weak, if you want to love..."
...too much sentimental sh*t for someone like me, I guess. Yeah, something like that. Writing a diary is the kind of change I dread the most. I never wanted to write in a journal, or have a diary of my own. Heck, I haven't even written more than 20 entries in my deviantart account; one that I've had for almost 3 years now. So for me to have a blog is like me suddenly turning suicidal when I'm the type to enjoy life. It's different, though. I know something's going to happen soon, I just don't know what. I just suddenly had this urge to write, as if I wanted things documented before it occurs.
Queer. Haha. That word reminds me of a lot of things. I just wish I'd be strong enough, as I always tried to be, in this kind of future. Whatever it is, ima just let the sun shine in and make love to the brightest stars in the universe.
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